Five-Hundred Word Challenge 766: Paper on Procrastination

I want to write about the joy of cycling, but right now I don’t think I have enough time. Still have a few things left to do before the commencement of my shift. It doesn’t mean that I don’t want to; it means that I don’t quite have the time right now to do the thing that I want to do. What a to-do indeed.

Well, with that being said I think it is time that I branch out. Stretch my legs. Get ready. Do the thing. Calm down. Find myself in a position where I am prepared to tackle the world as hard as I need to and thus throw everything about and do the other thing, or something. There still remains some time for preparation and I need to captialise on that. the sooner the better, of course. However, maybe instead I’ll just take it easy. Push everything away. Do other things. See how much procrastination I can squeeze within a small time slot and thus see how much panic is released in proportion to the procrastination. Could be an interesting thing.

If I indeed did this, then perhaps I could write a paper. Perhaps that paper will lead to me becoming respected and sought-after as a budding expert in the field of procrastination. I think that might just be a thing that could happen. It may not, but it could.

If it did indeed happen, then how would I cope with the fame and respect? How would I handle the responsibility of the awesome power that I would very suddenly find myself wielding? I don’t know how I would cope with this, but I would of course have to find a way. I could just disappear from society as my expertise might just be needed. I can’t deprive the world and its populace of another great mind; especially one that just might have solved the issue of procrastination by exploring the amount of panic generated relative to the amount of time spent procrastinating within a small amount of time.

Clearly I have reached a problem and I am not equipped to deal with said problem. I do not know as to what it is that I am meant to do. I don’t know how to handle this. It would be quite difficult.

However, I also need to consider the possibility that perhaps this fame and fortune and success that will come my way may be gradual rather than sudden. If that is indeed the actual case, then perhaps I’ll be fine and I’ll be able to continue on with living my life on my terms. That of course would be much preferable over a sudden rise to something that I could not handle.

Then again, I could also end up handling it all just fine. That too is a possibility. That all said, I think I’d just rather get on my bike and go cycling somewhere and see where that somewhere takes me, if anywhere at all.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:33:83

Wrote this a bit earlier today before the start of my shift.

Probably should have uploaded it then, but here we are.

Silly, meandering, but it’s okay. Not great or bad; just okay.

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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