Sitting here and feeling sorry for myself. Such is the way that some things go.
Probably don’t need to feel sorry for myself, but I am and I want to. It makes the tea that I’m drinking better as… well, it doesn’t, but I’m going to pretend that it does as that will somehow magically make all of the things better and greater and all of that other stuff that I need to pretend in order to something something and so on and so forth.
It is an overcast day and I sit here and I think about things, but mostly I feel sorry for myself as that is the way to proceed forward today. Not feeling sorry for myself might lead to things actually happening. That is something that I don’t want to happen so therefore instead of that I will sit here and feel sorry for myself.
Why would I want to set out and get things done when instead I can sit here and, you know, feel bad about something that I don’t actually need to feel bad about? Why?
Maybe I should disappear into my own little world and shut everything off and then once I have done that I can ruminate on the issue at hand. Once I have done enough of that I might be able to find the way forward. I will then find the way forward and in finding the way forward I will be able to walk forward.
So I sit here and I think but instead of that I’m just not going to do anything and keep on thinking about the issue at hand and then go from there. Maybe I’ll just disappear into the issue and try it resolve it from there.
Maybe this will lead to some sort of grand battle set among the precipice of reality. Maybe this will be the deciding battle which will lead to more battles, but this will be the one for the greatest one of them all. It will be the one that helps to decide the solution to the issue that stares me down and haunts my waking moments, and I will need to be the one that comes out victorious as therefore there will be a solution and once there is a solution, I’m set, or something.
I think that from there I’ll just go on about my day as I want to relax, but before all of that I need to sit down and think some more and feel sorry for myself even though I don’t need to, and to be honest I don’t think I’m feeling sorry for myself either, but I’m going to pretend to as that leads to some sort of thing that I can then use for the purposes of writing and then I’ll write about it, which I am currently doing. Then you’ll read it and you’ll wonder as to why you read what I wrote.
Anyway, that is all for the time being.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:07:82
To be fair, this is something for which I don’t need to feel sorry for myself.
However, I’m dreading the sudden need to fork out a lot of money for some repairs as it’s money I don’t have. Such is the way of things.
Not a great writing but I like the silliness that came through.
Written at home.