Feel the cold and all of that other stuff. Trying to warm up. Hoping to feel warm sooner rather than later. No telling as to how soon that will happen, however, as I have methods and avenues in which I can pursue, though now that I think about it it is probably better that I pursue those avenues. Not feeling much a fan of being cold at the moment.
However, if I do pursue those avenues then can I really keep on complaining about a thing that happens that I have no control over? Is that really the road I want to go down? Do I really want to put myself into a position of being content? I don’t think that that is necessarily a good idea. I would rather be able to complain and voice my complaints and keep on stamping my feet and shaking my fist. I would rather be able to grumble about something even though the solution is right in front of me. I would much rather ignore the solution. I don’t want to reach out and touch it.
I don’t want to have the cold mitigated as if I do, then I cannot continue with going on about it in circular and pointless patterns. Well, I could, but it would ring hollow as I would not be able to show that my heart is in the complaining. Therefore my ability to complain about the thing would be diminished and that is not a world I want to face. No, the world I want to face is one where I can bitterly complain and ramble on about things that have a simple solution as that makes me feel like a bigger person, or something.
Yes, this is dragging. Bear with me as soon this will be over and then you won’t have to read any further, though you probably stopped a lot earlier than this sentence implies, though maybe you didn’t. Who am I to say?
So anyway, the cold is rough and I am not able to face it for it is rough and preventing the facing of it through the act of being present, though I will face it and I will stare at it and I will stare it down until it finally gives up and goes away. It will not defeat me for I have the power of complaining on my side and therefore I know that if I complain hard enough it might just go away and leave me alone. Then I can go back to wearing shorts and embracing the short-wearing culture that I so am ready to be a part of, but the shorts that they provide aren’t that great and so there are other problems there.
I’m sensing a bit of an issue here and perhaps, rather than complaining about the cold I should be complaining about what’s wrong with the world when the shorts provided aren’t adequate.
Maybe I should just complain about everything that I can.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:19:78
As I was writing this I felt as though I was going to go down a line of writing that was far too familiar, and so I tried veering away a little. Not sure if I was successful, but I do like the silliness of this writing.
Written at home.