One Thousand Word Challenge 174: With Another Day

It is another day and with another day there is more opportunity to squander, and perhaps that is the best way to go about things in this particular day and age, as they say. With that being said, I don’t know what I’m going on about, which might not be different from usual, but I’m not overly fussed right now.

Right now what it is that I am trying to get across is… well, nothing. I have nothing to get across, but I’m still going to churn like my life depends on it, if my life didn’t actually depend on me churning out a series of words in an order that forms some sort of structural coherence and perhaps implies some sort of meaning. With that being said, I still am going to do what I can to get this out quickly. It might be meaningless and it might say too little using too many words, but I will still get it done in whatever way that I deem appropriate, assuming I am deeming any of this as appropriate, or something.

Anyway, I’m sitting here and I sit here and I write and I reflect on things that need no reflection. I know not what to do from here, but there always is a way forward and I need to consider that. I need to consider that there is a way forward that I can follow and in following that way I might just get all of what I want to get done done, and then when that is all done I just go from there, really.

Now sure, there are other things to consider. I need to consider that there is a way backward and I could also follow that, but where would the fun in that be?

Anyway, it has just rained and now the sun is out again and I sit here and I note this down and I try to think of things that are worth saying more than this, but I can’t help but appreciate the way the sunlight reflects off the wet footpath and the wet road. It seems to make things much brighter and I know that there is an explanation as to why it does, but I don’t want to get into that right now a… well, I don’t want to. It’s just something I want to appreciate, but I won’t appreciate it for too long as it is quite bright and I need to stare at other things that are less bright. My eyes need rest, as does everyone’s.

I can smell the rain, or at least the smell that arises from when it covers certain objects followed its evaporation. Maybe it is not the healthiest of smells, but it is one that is familiar to me, and a lot of other people I imagine.

Why am I writing this?

I think I need to rest some more, but I don’t want to rest as I want to get other things done. There are a lot of things and so on and so forth, but it’s one of those days. It is a day where I’m going to try and push through my slothfulness as that is something I need to get through more than I have been as it consumes a lot of time and prevents much in the way of anything getting done. Sure, it pays off pretty quickly, but there are other things that are worth indulging in that they pay off later and so I should probably pursue those more often than I don’t, but that’s something that’s not for here; at least, not today. Maybe tomorrow.

I also think that I need to get in with getting on and try and look at the bigger picture and all of those other things that make me sound great and profound, but alas, it is not the time nor the day for such a thing. This could change at any moment, but it doesn’t feel like it will change for a while and so I need to consider a few things if I am to continue with whatever it is that I am going on about at this present moment. I need to think of concepts and theories and I need to think of action and how to get to a point where action makes sense. Maybe there is no point, but that needs to be divined somehow.

If there is no divination, then am I really doing the things and following the paths? Maybe instead of all of that I’ll just push everything aside and go sit on a boat floating on the ocean’s surface for a while and push everything out of my mind so I can work out what is actually important to everything. I could do that and I could do other things and I would do that if I had the ability to do so. Unfortunately responsibility and duty and all of that stuff gets in the way and so I find myself bound by my words and actions and I feel as though there is no way to get around this and nothing can make me change my mind.

If there are indeed things that can make me change my mind, then I shall avoid them as much as possible. I will bury my head in the sand whilst I walk through forests of digressions and eventually I’ll find a way to be protected from that which could help shape me into being a better person.

I could also just let them in and become a better person, but where’s the fun in that? Why would I want to go through all of that? I want to be worse. I want to be a mean and terrible person who does nothing but hurts and spreads ignorance. That’s so much more fun than trying to do good and trying to improve the world. After all, something something and so on and so forth.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 10:41:73

I’m fine with the speed of this writing, but the writing leaves a lot to be desired.
Too often I’ve been overthinking these when the idea is to let the writing be stream-of-conscious and as such I’ve probably strayed far away from the intent.

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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