Currently I am in a space that I thought I’d never return to, or at least do everything in my power to avoid returning to. The interesting thing (if you could even call it interesting) is that I’m here of my own volition.
I don’t know how to feel about this.
Well, there are reasons as to why I’m here and it is due to making things a little bit easier, but that does not mean that I necessarily desire to be here. I’d rather be at home in lazy clothes.
Anyway, this is how this bit of writing starts. This is the introduction. You can probably get a good grasp on how the rest of this writing will go from here, but maybe you are not able to get a good grasp. Maybe there is only the illusion of a grasp and I’m pretending that that is not entirely the case. Maybe. We’ll see.
So anyway I’m standing as opposed to sitting and that’s probably going to be good for my health, but I don’t know. We’ll just have to see and in that seeing we’ll just have to know how it will all pan out, if there is indeed any panning at all. This is not a cinematic place; its light is provided my fluorescent tubes and it is cold and stressful. It is an ugly and cheap space that does little to mitigate noise and so all that is happening and all that will occur here will likely be heard by many. I imagine that my typing is echoing out a lot more than I’d like to admit and I don’t feel like I could do my best here, but then again I don’t think I’d give this place my best at this point.
Sometimes you’ve got to choose to not give something your all. Sometimes it is better to hold back instead of giving it your all and you need to know when to do things and when not do things and so on and so forth.
I think this incessant and vague rambling is not helping matters much but I cannot help myself. I feel compelled to do the things that I do and I keep on doing them as writing is fun. It’s not as fun when in a space that feels stressful to be in, but it still is fun and such is the way of things I suppose. That said, there definitely could be more focus here but that is not going to happen. Anything related to focus is going to go out the window at some point and so… yeah.
Sop anyway, I feel that I’ve said enough on this particular morning and so I’m just going to get on with the getting on and I’m not going to give my all, though maybe I will give all I can. It is yet to be seen and yet to be felt and all those other things that may sound like something.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:46:02
Wrote this a fair bit earlier today. Not sure why it took me so long to share.
I didn’t have much to go on and so I did a fair bit of stretching and it didn’t quite turn out.
Such is the way of things.
Written at work.