Five-Hundred Word Challenge 709: Not Overly Interesting

The droning of machinery drones on outside which contrasts rather harshly with the sunny appearance of everything as there are few clouds out and it is sunny and bright and there are a few birds about. It would be rather peaceful if it were not for the droning.

It continues on and pushes forward and stretches outward and cuts into the image of an ideal day, though realistically it only feels ideal in comparison to the cold of which I am currently dealing with. We’re in winter and it’s getting warm and as much as I would appreciate a bit of warmth, now is not the time (at least, in the general temperature that is), but that’s not something that I want to spend much time writing about; especially seeing as that droning coming from some sort of machinery in the external world has found a way to come to an end. I think that instead of that, I will write about something else as writing about something else is something that I may actually be good at doing.

Well, maybe not, but you get the idea.

So anyway, I’m inside, there is a world outside the inside of which I am in and now I am writing about this thing as though it was the most interesting thing in the world. Actually, I’m not, but I think I get the idea across. I need to pretend that it is interesting. I am trying to pretend that sitting here and writing words is interesting. I am also trying to pretend that sitting here and putting off hanging up the washing is interesting.

Well, I’m not, but I’m going to pretend that I am pretending that the writing about of things that aren’t interesting is interesting, or at least I find them interesting enough to write about them, which I guess I do, but I don’t, if that makes sense.

Anyway, I’m not writing about that stuff as there are other things of which I want to discuss, but right now it’s all about the warming of up as opposed to the cooling of down as once my hands are warm I’ll be able to get a good start on the things and once the things are started there is plenty of stopping, but there will be more doing than not doing, so that’s a thing but I think I might worry about that… now, actually. In fact, I should worry about that right now as opposed to later as then I will get more done and I’d rather get more done than less as that way I’ve gotten things done earlier and thus have an afternoon to slow down, though it nearly is afternoon.

However, before I even think of getting into all of that, there is something far more important that I need to get out of the way. This insidious beast has crept up upon me and now I must tangle with my greatest of foes: The washing.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:17:83

Well, this certainly is something I wrote.

It’s rather… well, neither ho hum nor hokum. Is kind of flat, however.

Will say that I do find writing words interesting, though sometimes it can be aggravating. No need to pretend about that.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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