One Thousand Word Challenge 130: Morning Beckons Ramble

The morning beckons the listening to things that one would not normally listen to, though that’s a bit of a lie, though maybe it isn’t. It depends on perspective and all those other things, but that is something that I am not going to get into at this particular point in time. You see, this is the preamble ramble and I’m just churning out the words in a specific order so as to create the suggestion of something grand and formed with a certain leanness, but with all being said at the end of this bit of writing all will be revealed to be illusory and it’s all just a heaping pile of wasted potential piled upon more wasted potential. However, the hope at the end of it is that you don’t end up wondering what you just read. Whether that comes to fruition or not is another story, but that’s neither here nor there.

So with that out of the way I need to get into the true introduction, for this was just a falsehood. It sort of is an introduction, but it’s the introduction to the introduction.

Correction: the preamble ramble was the introduction to the introduction.

So the true introduction is meant to be this paragraph. It was meant to be the previous paragraph but I had to stop as I realised that I made a slight error in my writing, but maybe that error will pay off down the track. There is no telling as of yet as I have not thought that far ahead, or thought at all about what it is that I’m writing. Somehow that makes it all more fun, but fun is not what I am looking for at this particular moment. What I am looking for lies further within and it will be explored with all the tenacity of someone who is not really doing any exploration at all. Maybe therefore the lack of exploration is in some way an exploration, though without providing more reasoning and justification, it is difficult to say that that is indeed the case, though maybe it isn’t. However, I will remain firm on my claim, but only due to not being able to back down so far into a bit of writing. Cannot back down now as if I do, something something and need to keep up appearances. Sunk cost and all that.

So now that all of that is out of the way, this is the part where I saw “Now that that is out of the way” and get into the real content of the thing that I am writing. However, there is no content other than a vagrant display of the joy of writing in a rather joyless manner. This works on many levels, though it doesn’t really, but JI get to pretend that it does as it means the work becomes deeper than it actually is; something of which I am fine with but ultimately won’t make much use of; at least, not intentionally. I think that perhaps in saying this I need to bear in mind that there are plenty of ways to go about doing the things that I currently am doing, and it is up to me to take advantage of those things and see how they turn out and twist them around and then make sure that it all becomes a reflection of the reality of the world that was not to be, or something.

I think that I’m underthinking a little too much and further firmly entrenching bad habits here. Sometimes that is the way that things might be, but it doesn’t have to be that way. What I could do is start twisting this around and see how it reflects other things, but then if I do that, who am I to say that somehow I won’t revert and fall back on the things that I am trying to shake off? Who is to say that this will go anywhere? What is it that I am actually trying to do here, other than something stated earlier? Is there anything to say at all that I can say in a way that makes it reach out with the poignancy that would be required? Could I say something that will make people think about what it is that I would hope they would think about?

Is there any chance of inspiration in this bit of writing?

There always is, of course, but that doesn’t mean that there will be anything inspiring to get from this. There is a good chance that there won’t be, but in saying that I do have to admit that I’m not sure as to what I am going on about, and to be hones that’s fine. There are other things out there that are worth being concerned about. I stopped caring if this writing was going to be good a long time ago and I doubt that I will start caring soon, and perhaps that is the lesson to gain from what it is that I am saying here. Perhaps that is what needs to be understood.

It is okay to not do things well. That’s not a bad thing. It’s okay to get better at things to, but you don’t need to be good at something in order to enjoy doing it. You also need to make sure that you aren’t harming others, but that’s something else to cover on another day in the future that is far off into the future. Right now it’s about enjoying the things you aren’t necessarily good at, or maybe it’s about implying what I just wrote.

There is a possibility that this says far more than I would ever anticipate, but I’m also not going to get into that as right now I need to look at wrapping this up and moving onto something else as soon the need for earning money commences, so with these last few words, this writing shall end here.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 12:10:51

So I was going to get this up shortly after writing it, but then there were connection issues, so now it is an afternoon share.

A lot of waffling aimlessly here.

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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