It is raining and it is raining heavily.
Good thing that I’m inside at the moment. If I were outside, then I’d be caught in the downpour. Rather not be caught in the downpour. Rather be dry and inside and all of that other stuff. I guess it is a good then then that I’m inside at the moment.
Of course this creates some sort of oppression and so on and so forth, but it isn’t the worst thing that I could be experiencing at the moment and for that I am thankful. However, I still want to stomp my feet and bitterly complain about the situation I find myself in as that is so much more rewarding than not complaining at all..
That said, perhaps now is not the time to complain. Perhaps now is the time to rejoice. The heat is gone once more, but some of it remains in the room. Soon it will filter out and I won’t have to worry about it for a few more days, not that I had to worry about it before today, but that’s beside the point, or away from the point. It is so far away from the point that it is not even worth mentioning within the same sentence of the point. It is so far gone that I don’t even know as to what it was that I was saying that I need not worry about.
And now the rain really comes in heavily and sounds rather violent in its downpour, but it still remains pleasing in some manner. It feels kind of peaceful. It brings in a cool change and I get to sit here and revel in a temporary reprieve that is, of course, lovely in some manner.
Listening to some more relaxed music helps to paint a scene of which I am a part. The scene has a certain sense of cool where everything fits into place and I move around smoothly, though it’s not overly obvious. there has to be some sort of natural feel to the scene so that it doesn’t come off that I’m exuding coolness. Well, that does need to be apparent, but it needs to not feel forced. It needs to feel natural, so there needs to be some sort of forcing for it to feel natural, or something. Anyway, that is what is happening. Sure, I might not be in some sort of hip apartment and my window may have the view of a fence, a carport ceiling and some of someone’s house, but the idea and the atmosphere remains, so therefore I can keep on living in the concept and embrace it and be part of the hip ideologue.
Of course my COFFEE needs to be brewed at the right temperature in order for the charade to continue and perhaps it was not this morning, buy still I can continue to pretend and continue to pretend I shall, for I want to be a fraud embracing fraudulence.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:27:23
It was raining quite heavily this morning and that influenced this writing.
I think next time I might try for a bit more focus.
Written at home.