Five-Hundred Word Challenge 862: Denying Responsibility

Very tired I am right now, and whose fault is that? I refuse to accept responsibility. It is not my fault that I am tired, but everyone else’s. They should have known better.

On a side note, it is interesting as to how my ability to type sharply declines in relation to my being tired, although it probably isn’t, but I find it to be interesting, so there you go.

So anyway, back to denying all responsibility for my lack of sleep. I blame everyone else. It is not my fault. It is everyone else’s fault. You all should have known better, and yet you all let this happen. This is what you get for my lack of sleep. I can’t believe that you didn’t stop me from getting more sleep. This is rather disappointing, to say the least. I don’t know what to do with you all now that this has happened.

I should try and get more sleep, but the thing is I soon have to work and that requires me to be awake. However, I am not going to be operating at full functionality and as such my ability to do that which I need to do in order to earn money is going to be compromised. I cannot accept that due to my choosing to get to sleep later rather than sooner is my responsibility when I am surrounded by enablers of this irresponsible and, quite frankly reckless behaviour.

What am I to do then? How am I meant to go on about my day and get to the end of it when I am surrounded by those that refuse to accept the burden of my actions? This is a problem I find myself grappling with and I don’t know how to proceed.

On one hand I should continue to admonish you all for this, and I probably will. It is something that needs to be done so that you all feel the full extent of the danger of your actions (or lack thereof) and therefore hopefully never repeat the same mistake in somehow enabling me and putting me in a position where I had no choice, because I had no choice in the matter. My hand was forced after your cards were dealt and there is no way I could back out. There were no second or third choices. Where was I to go? What was I to do?

Sure, I could have refused, but that would have left me going in the same direction regardless and I would have ended up losing sleep, for the trap of enabling was set and there was no escaping from it, and so I could not get out of it no matter how I tried. Not my fault; not my responsibility, but now I have to clean up the mess.

On the other hand, I could always accept responsibility for my actions and suffer the consequences, but I won’t as I vehemently refuse to do such a thing.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:10:70

This is only partially fictional. I am quite deprived of enough sleep at the moment so I used that as a springboard to write this and… yeah.

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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