Alright, so it is the morning and all that other stuff, but I sit here and I do the thing and that thing is the typing as I am trying to get this done before the start of work as I don’t want to get this done after the start of work as there will be responsibilities that I need to deal with and unfortunately they come before my desire to not deal with them, so it’s a bit of a position in which I’ll find myself in, but of course I’ll deal with it at some stage. I will reconcile the desire to not take care of responsibilities with the need to take care of responsibilities. However, before then it is free time and I choose to make use of that free time by writing about nothing in particular and somehow that will be revealed in the text of which I am putting forward at the current moment.
Okay, so I haven’t thought this through very much. What I have thought through is the desire to write and the desire to express that desire to write, but not so much the writing itself. I guess this could be considered doing things the wrong way, or something. I don’t know. What I do know is that something is being done right now and I am doing it, but there are other people out there also doing things and they too should be able to express their desires to do things in a way that carries forward their desires in a way that expresses them in a way that shows they they have been expressed, or something. Perhaps that is key in the art of expressing desires in a way that shows that desires are expressed.
Alright, I think I am done for the morning. That’s it; I’ve nothing else that can top whatever that rambling repetition is so I guess now I need to look at a way of wrapping this up in a manner that expresses the finality of this bit of writing. Maybe that will take some time and maybe it will take a lot of planning. It probably would go a lot faster if two of the keys on this keyboard hadn’t decided to start getting difficult to press down. They’ve been cleaned out a few times now and I’m pretty sure that it’s not due to dirt, but rather due to their suffering under my relentless onslaught of key pressing. I think. I don’t quite know. Maybe there is dirt that I have missed and it is forever there, unable to be removed due to being in a position where it cannot be reached, therefore achieving the goal of creating eternal annoyance for me.
Maybe one day I will deal with the dirt in a manner that some may consider as being proactive, which likely would mean replacing the keyboard, but today is not that day and so I will continue on and maintain my annoyance.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:33:08
Written this morning and shared now due to work needing attention.
Not a great writing by any stretch of the imagination, but it’s rambling in a way I like.
Written at home.