Five-Hundred Word Challenge 852: Meandering Heap of Rubbish

Well, here comes the afternoon, or it would be that way if the afternoon was not already here. I’ve started a bit late but it’s all alright. Could be worse, I think. Could be better, of course, but it could be much, much worse.

Legs are sore from walking this morning but need to get on to that fitness train, or something. Need to be doing a bit more moving than I had last year. Don’t want to let go or something. Want to hold on. I don;’t know as to what it is that I’m on about right now, but I think you get the idea, or something.

So anyway, it’s humid and that’s fine. Could be worse. Don’t mind a little bit of humidity. Too Mich is not pleasant, but sometimes a little bit can be alright. Maybe later it will be too much, but right now it is not bothering me and so I can keep on writing in peace, or something. Can relax a little. Put my hair up and let it down and then do the other thing that makes this sentence complete.

Am doing stuff now but just want to relax. Take it easy and keep on reading my book and forget about things that I need to do in order to do the things that I don’t need to do, or something. There are things that require my attention and so the attention that they require are the things that I will give the things and…

So I went into this hoping for something a bit more grounded and less messy but instead of producing something of that type what I’ve written thus far is just a bit of a mess. I don’t want to do that right now. Right now I want t0o show some sort of focus and not this meandering heap of rubbish that doesn’t go anywhere except further and further down into the cracks of quality until the cracks end and it falls into the abyss of refuse. That is not what I want to do and so I’m doing my best to avoid such a situation as such a situation that is very much like the one that I am creating now.

Well, it already has gone out the window and I don’t know what to do from here. There is little to pick up and I am just a person floating in a sea of their own hubris and so I need to find a way to get out of this, but the sea is vast and no land is in sight. I know not what way to go or what wind to follow, but if I can build some sort of watercraft and then try and catch a breeze, then I am sure that with enough time I will eventually be led out of this and be able to start building again, but with a much sturdier foundation than the one on which this writing sits.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:26:28

Not sure as to what to make of this one.

It’s 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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