One Thousand Word Challenge 68: Uninteresting

It’s a really slow day as today is a public holiday, but I don’t want to get too much int0o it and somehow curse the rest of my shift, thus causing me to have to take far too many calls, or something. this cruisiness has been good as it means that I can justify getting little done even less than usual, but of course I am still being lazy.

It’s hot outside, but I’m inside and it is getting hot inside, almost as though the temperature rises and falls, or something. I should probably leave the bedroom door open for a little while so it doesn’t get too hot in here. I hope it doesn’t get too hot. I don’t want to be hot right now. Much prefer the cold. Whinging,. hinging whinging and so on and so forth.

So I went into this thinking that I would have something interesting to throw at the wall, but apparently I do not. It is rather evident and so I must relegate myself to pretending that all of this is so interesting that your head will explode from being unable to comprehend all the interestingness of this interesting thing that I am writing. It is so interesting that even a balloon being attacked by a goat in space whilst surfing to other dimensions along some sort of arboreal plane could not be nearly as interesting. Seems rather dull in comparison, I must admit.

So anyway it is a slow day and all of this is so interesting that not even a fish knowing how to count all the way to eleven whilst knowing what it cannot know and thus knowing all that is nothing and anything that is all whilst doing something rather clever is nowhere near as being as interesting as whatever this bit of text that I am conjuring from the keyboard just so happens to be. That also seems rather dull and I have no idea as to why you would consider such a thing to be interesting. Clearly it shows that you do not know the interest of this interesting text that I am writing and therefore I am willing to express my great shame in your lack of understanding. It is rather unfortunate, unfortunately, but sometimes that is the way that these things go and therefore you must deal with it. I don’t need to deal with it; you do.

If you do deal with it, then perhaps once all of this is over you will be able to realise the error of your ways and once more you will be able to truly appreciate just how wondrous and toweringly towering this length of text in which I write in order to express things that you, the viewer will then absorb even though some of this is pointlessly impenetrable due to how convoluted and messy it is, but sometimes that is the way that these things are.

You see, that realisation would be quite interesting as it would mean you’ve realsied something interesting which means that due to interest being interesting it becomes even more interesting and thus you open the doorway to other interesting things as seen in this text. However, those things aren’t nearly as interesting as the thing that involves the reading of whatever this is at this point.

To be honest, I don’t even know as to what I’m going on about anymore, but we’re going to continue because we’ve come this far and I want to embrace sunk cost fallacy. I don’t know as to how much more writing I’ll be doing before the end of the day, so I need to make the most of ti now, so fulls team ahead, as they say, whoever they may be. Probably people not that interesting, unless they are not people, in which case they’re still probably not that i0nteresting. Nowhere near as interesting as this is, at any rate.

This is so interesting that I cannot even comprehend how interesting it is. I’ve gotten this far and it still boggles the mi0nd, even though my mind is unbobgglable. I might even have to bow down to my own writing in this i0nstace; that’s how interestingly interesting it is, and I just cannot deny it anymore.  I mean, how can I when it’s just so plainly obvious that there is nothing that I can do to prevent how interesting this is, as it seems to be growing regardless of how hard I try to stop it from doing so? There is nothing I can do and there is nothing you can do and all we can do is accept and marvel at the grandiosity of how interesting this is.

I just don’t even know if there is any point in even trying anymore. I don’t know what I’m going to do and how I will do whatever it is that I want to or not want to do. I just don’t know  anymore. I cannot deny this. I cannot deny that. I am done denying all that is and all that ever will be. I cannot prevent the fact that no matter my attempts and their efficiency, nothing I have done and will do in the future will be anywhere near as interesting as whatever this length of long text just so happens to be. Watching the buildings cry as they see the lint from a crestfallen star make its way down to the water’s subtleties will not find itself nearly within the same plane of interest as this writing. It just isn’t possible. I don’t know if anything else is possible.

I guess, with all of that being said I should try and wrap this up. Need to do it safely, somehow. Not sure how, but I’m sure that with enough words this will find its landing and once it does I shall walk away and find somewhere else to be so I can spend some time marveling at how interesting this isn’t.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 10:36:41

This was a fun, rambling mess to write.

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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