Five-Hundred Word Challenge 952: What if I Were to Ramble Some More?

Cold and all that, but I’m warm and so the cold is countered and so I can keep on going on with whatever it is that I am going on with, or something.

The day changes to the evening and now it is dark outside. It is a new era of day, but it is one that occurs quite regularly and so it is easy to take for granted. However, what if we were to not take it for granted, ever?

Perhaps we would tire out much sooner than usual.

I sit and I think about what it is that I am trying to get across; if there every is any meaning, and a bunch of other things that I cannot be bothered attempting to list at the present moment. However, I will do so anyway… if I can muster up the energy to do so, that is.

There is little energy at the moment as I feel a strong urge to relax, so relaxing is what I am doing. It is a thing that I am doing and embracing it is what I am indeed doing. However, soon I will need to shift into a state of action so that I can get some things done. However, these things don’t pertain to writing or artistry; they pertain to putting things away and making sure that food is in an orderly order, or something. These things are things that need to be done and I need to help out here, for these things cannot be always done by one person alone as that is not sharing the load and perhaps it is a little unfair. That means that I need to be a responsible adult; something of which I’d much prefer I don’t need to be as there are things that I want to do that are away from being responsible and an adult, but require being… an adult also?

So anyway, I’m rambling (which is no different from usual) and I’m trying to get all my thoughts together, but perhaps the more I do this the far more scattered they become. I don’t know if that is a good thing, or if it is a bad thing, but it is a thing and perhaps it is something that I need to work toward addressing. If I don’t, then this will just continue with all the aimlessness that I keep on putting out there; something of which I was hoping to avoid for a little while, but alas, here we are.

Well, anyway, with all of that being said I think I’ll go and worship the coming of night and then do some other stuff, then gripe and moan about needing to put food away as that seems like a sensible and logical thing to do at this particular juncture in life. Otherwise, if I don’t, then who knows what will happen?

Well, I guess things will just go on, but that’s not something I’ll consider at this current moment.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:40:02

A little better than the last bit of writing, but still quite messy.

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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