Rubbing my eyes to try and dislodge something from around them in the hope that somehow it leads to less minor discomfort. The aim is to have no minor discomfort but I’ll settle for what I can get.
I scratch my cheek rather briefly so as to scratch an itch and hope that somehow it abates. I don’t know as to how successful this act will be, but if I try then at least there will be some relief. Better to try than not to try, or so they say. I say that it depends on the situation.
I’m waking up, but I am awake and I am alert. Perhaps a bit inert, but alert nonetheless.
I am writing this and I am aware of my writing this as I write it, but it is something that is read after the fact. My writing about my writing as I write it doesn’t matter if I express it in present tense as it will only be read by others after the act has been done.
Maybe it does matter and I’m just discrediting it somehow. I don’t know.
What I do know is that soon there will be more of a need to be alert and awake but it is not something that I want to get into too much at the present moment. I don’t want to think about all of that and instead I just want to continue the process of expressing banal action in a banal manner. I want to stay grounded and shuffle about. There will be no lifting of the feet and there will be no jumping or leaping. It will all be shuffling, though perhaps I can avoid that and live a sedentary life for a short period of time.
Maybe I cannot, but maybe I can and that would be fine for the present moment. Not sure as to why it would, but it would and so that is something I shall choose to try and embrace for a little while. However, a little while has come and gone and so I keep on trying to put it all off.
Need to rub my eye once more but this time it is not to dislodge anything. It is more of a reflexive action to provide a perception of comfort. It is not tangible, though maybe it is and once more I am discrediting something I do not understand much of, much to my lack of credit.
It should all soon be something forgotten, however, as the action is both meaningless and meaningful there is no weight of appreciation behind my ability to do what it is that I do and therefore I find myself once more moving onto something else. All of this is routine and it will remain as such until I get to the point where I realise things. For a brief moment it will no longer be routine, but it won’t be long before it all fades in the rear-view mirror.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:13:15
Pretty mediocre writing, though perhaps a little smoother in flow. Feels inconsistent overall, I think.
Written at home.