One Thousand Word Challenge 91: Day of Work Over

And so with the day of work over, I decided to rush into things once more and see where it takes me. There are only a few ways and most of the ways are down, but of course we will have to see what happens. Maybe it will be good and maybe it will be bad.

Today was a long day full of doing work and doing work. There were other things that did not involve doing work, but most of the day involved doing work and so work was done. Such is the way that things go when you are doing work.

There was a lot of music that was consumed and that is good as the consumption of music often leads to the consumption of music and then you hear new things and you consume them and add to your understanding of music and how it works and what it does and does not do. These are all great things, or something.

There were other things that happened. There was breathing. One could say that there was a regular amount of breathing. There was also leaving the desk on the odd occasion to go do something else. Sometimes this is a thing that happens and it was entirely my thing to embrace as it was something that I did on the odd occasion. Such is the way that things go on the odd occasion.

Now I am trying to think of other things that happened and I am sure that there were other things, but most of the day floated on by like a bird allowing itself to be carried by air currents to wherever it needs to be carried away to. It was not a hard day, but it was not an easy day. Just kind of a lazy busy day, if that makes sense.

The upside was the finishing of the work and thus being able to relax a little, but of course that relaxing was not to last and now I am doing other things that I need to do. This probably is not something that I need to do, but I feel like doing it and so I am going to continue doing what I am doing at the moment. Then I shall move onto other things and then I shall move onto other things after those things from which I moved onto earlier. I think that makes sense, but I don’t know as I’m not giving it much thought, to be honest.

Still, I shall continue with the writing and see where that gets me. Maybe it will get me somewhere. Maybe it will not. Maybe there will be things that I experience as I write this and therefore I shall write about those experiences in an attempt to understand them, though perhaps it is an attempt at understanding my vanity. We’ll just have to see. This is something that is not unusual (I imagine), but I don’t completely know and so I shall just keep on going with what I am going on with in the hopes that somehow all of this reveals itself to be an elaborate ruse in which I am dunking on myself to reveal the truth and strip away the ego and become a more humble person through some sort of self-examination that I think I am doing but am not, as the examination of the self is actually happening but it is not the one that I think is happening. Somehow this will all reveal itself and a greater truth that once was envisioned will become manifest and I shall become a better person, or something.

Before all of that, however, I need to finish this off and then move onto other things, which is something I guess I’ve said enough of, but I’m sweating here. Not due to the heat external to my body, but due to the heat that I am generating through my furious typing.

That is something that happens when you go too hard for no reason at all, but maybe I can consider it as some form of exercise and then write it off and then something else and then there will be much rejoicing and I will be a happy person, or something. I don’t know how it all works, but I am going to pretend that whatever it is that I am attempting to tackle with these few sentences works in that manner. That is what I am going to pretend and no one can stop me, except for everyone who can stop me, but I won’t tell them as then fi they know I will be stopped and I don’t think that is a very fair thing to unleash upon myself.

There are many other things and many other ways as to which I could express all of this, but this is how I do it and I have fun doing it. It may hurt my wrist a little, though sometimes it does hurt my wrist a lot, but I shall keep on going and hope that somehow it all makes sense, or at least provides some sort of enjoyment for some people. At the very least I hope that this gives people something in some shape or form. If not, at lest I enjoyed the writing aspect, even if I remain a rather subpar writer.

Maybe I should work on that, but that is something for another time. Right now I just want to finish this off and then get up and go do something that I need to take care of. Once more I am putting things off by adding more tasks and I need to stop doing that, but sometimes that is what someone does and I’m having some sort of weird fun writing about nothing, but maybe it is not weird fun and I’m just trying to write things and make them work. Don’t know if they will, but maybe they will. Maybe they won’t.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 09:32:78

Quick, messy and rambling.

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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