Three days off and three days of slowness. Three days of doing very little and perhaps that was what I needed. Who knows? It does not matter. What matters right now is that there is a giant vortex and I need to get away from it as it is pulling everything in and I don’t feel like going on a magical, exiting journey right now. What I do feel like is sitting here and continuing my reign of doing very little. That is the ideal thing. This vortex means that I need to move a little. Well, maybe a lot.
It means that I have to be active and being active is definitely not what I want to do right now. I want to sit here and relax and take it easy and do nothing for the rest of the day. I want the day to disappear behind me as I do little to do anything that might constitute proactive attitudes toward that which must be defeated (in a manner of speaking, of course), but alas, it is not to be. No, what is to be today is my getting away from this giant vortex as that needs to be taken care of in a manner that suggests tactical evasion.
But then again, for how long must this be a thing that I must undertake so as to avoid a thing that I need to avoid if I don’t want to have to deal with more, or something?
That is a question that I have no answer for, but I’m sure that with enough banging and clanging I might be able to find a way to get to an answer that makes sense.
Anyway, this thing is getting bigger and it is consuming the room and so now I need to get up and go away for a bit and hope that somehow this thing does not get any bigger than the room. I might need to go to another room and do other things for a while, or something.
I don’t really know where I’m going with this, but then again, neither does the giant vortex. Perhaps I can use that to my advantage somehow. Maybe I can somehow confuse and deceive it so much that it decides to dissipate and stop existing, and then I can get back to whatever it was that I was doing earlier. This might then let me get on with the other things, but predominantly the relaxing.
I do not know as to why I didn’t consider this as a possibility earlier, so really I think that now I should get on with the getting on and try this out and hope for the best and all of those other things. Then maybe I can get on with the getting on, but then again, it might just be too late. It might be too late to do anything so instead of doing anything I think that I might just sit here and wait.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:58:90
I was trying to do something with this, but I’m not sure what that something was meant to be, which likely is the main issue with this writing.
Written at home.