Five-Hundred Word Challenge 870: Rambling Time

Doing that rush before work thing again and I’m not sure as to why I keep on doing this. It’s not like I’ve had plenty of time this morning to get into action, but here we are and here I am yet again, doing the same thing as I usually do. Bit of a bad idea at this point and I keep on doing it. Maybe I like the pressure. Not entirely sure on that, but one day I’m sure I will discern an answer that makes sense and clarifies everything that can be clarified relating to the particular question of which I have raised, even though there was no question raise and more of a thing to think about.

I guess that if you look at it in a certain way it can be phrased as a question. However, I’m looking for questions; I’m looking for answers and answers are what I hope to get from this messy creation of which is going somewhere that is quite linear, but let us just pretend that it is all over the place, which it is, but in terms of pathways. It is linear and will end the way that this stuff usually ends, but we’ll just pretend that it will go everywhere and be unknown and mysterious and all that other crab.

I don’t want any questions to arise form what it is that I am writing. If there are any questions that come from this, then it’s all something to walk away from. It’s not that I don’t want to answer questions that I inevitably raise; it’s that I don’t want to answer questions that I inevitably raise. Therefore, there shall be no questions or questioning. There shall be no embracing of the asking. That is something that goes right out the window today. I’m switching to cruising mode and that is what I shall do for the rest of the day; cruise my way to victory and untold riches of which I will be able to handle within my hands and all that other stuff of which I like to do, which is somehow be rich and be rich quickly and not have to worry about the luck of becoming rich and all that other stuff.

Perhaps then in that case I might not even search for answers and just not search for anything other than a nice relaxing holiday away from “it all” and then come back older and wiser and do the thing that leads to the other thing that will somehow manage to capitulate to the prior things and it will all make sense of its own accord, as is the way that these things are want to do and I’ll have done little else other than placate my ego and… yeah. That’s pretty much it.

Of course this is all a fantasy that won’t come to pass and instead I’ll just sit here and keep on writing what I write, but with less exclamation marks.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:41:92

I’m a bit sore and fatigued from yesterday and I think that had a pretty big influence on this writing.

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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