Five-Hundred Word Challenge 871: Not Complaining

The heat is getting here, but today it is not as unbearable as it was yesterday.

Well, it wasn’t unbearable, but it was not pleasant. It was something that I could not escape and therefore it was something that was not something that was pleasant to deal with. Therefore it was unpleasant and therefore it was unbearable.

On the plus side, it is humid and hot inside as opposed to humid and hot outside, though it also is that outside. However, it’s also hotter outside. Inside it’s just a mild form of unbearable, and that’s fine for now. It will get worse later. It will be much worse tomorrow. Still, it will be what it is and therefore it will be a thing that I need to deal with. Not too much complaining about the heat. Need to do other things and take of other, other things. Complaining gets in the way of that so therefore there shall be no complaining until I decide to start complaining, in which case there will be more complaining as opposed to less complaining, so… yeah.

It feels like it is going to be one of “those” days, but maybe I’m just thinking about it a little too much and it won’t be one of “those” days at all. Maybe the day will sail on by and nothing will come of it and I’ll be fine at the end of it all.

However, I need to remember to not complain about the heat and how much I don’t enjoy sweating and sticking to my seat. I need to remember that there are other things to take care of. Need to stay focused on the target and need to reach it and get there and then do other things. No complaining. Not today.

Not one utterance about how I’m already feeling the heat and my feet are sweating and how it is making me feel uncomfortable. It is not that big of an issue and I’m sure that with enough time I will get through this current issue revealing itself as something I can work to mitigate over time.

I will not complain. No use in complaining. It doesn’t matter that the shower I had earlier is rendering itself a distant and fond memory rather than something routine. It doesn’t matter that my body is slowly marinating itself with sweat coming from my glands, leaving me feeling increasingly uncomfortable. Not something to complain about. Not complaining.

This heat is fine. Even though it is rather unpleasant, it is fine. There is nothing unpleasant about it. It doesn’t matter how inescapable it is. It is all fine and I am doing fine and I can get through this. It could be worse. It could be much worse. This is all something I can get through and get through it I will.

However, once my eyelids start sweating, all bets are off. That is when I shall unleash. That is when it will be time to complain.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:57:70

Still sweating.
Could be worse.

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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