Well it’s a cold day and I’m here. I think I’ve let too much of it get away from me but I’m trying to take advantage of what I have now, and maybe I will. Maybe I will get to the finish line and then… yeah.
So anyway I think it is time to admit that I am writing these words and then these words are written after I have written them. I know that this is something I’ve been shying away from for a long time, but it really is time for me to finally get into the meat of this. Sometimes you can’t avoid these things and you can’t keep pushing them aside, but you really should’ve tackled them early on. There’s no shaming in being responsible; at least, I don’t think there is any shame for being responsible.
Maybe there is, but I don’t know. Maybe being responsible is the worst thing in the world and so I need to grapple with this and start being more irresponsible. I need to be wild and chaotic and do a whole bunch of things and you get the idea.
So anyway, I came into this without a plan and that’s not different from usual, but I was still hoping that something would arise from what I am writing. Sure, I could’ve dragged the initial thing out but I really don’t want to. What I want is for the words to flow freely, but sometimes they don’t and it seems like the river is dry. Sometimes they flow more than I could ever imagine. It’s a variable thing and it probably means that I need rest. Maybe I don’t need rest and what I really need is to power on through eternity. I am yet to tell and maybe that’s better than it is worse.
Perhaps there are things that I need to consider more but I don’t and so I consider them less than I should and so maybe the whole approach needs to change. Maybe the approach to everything I do here needs to change. I think that but I won’t change a thing as… well, I don’t know. There probably will be change but I won’t own it and I won’t take responsibility as that would very much not be in the spirit of not taking responsibility, so yeah.
I think that as grim as it looks outside I will soon find myself there. I will be experiencing a cold and perhaps grim exterior and I will be inside that exterior. Of course I will be moving at an accelerated pace and so there likely won’t be anything to worry about, but before all of that I need to prepare.
I need to prepare ad that will mean accepting responsibility, so therefore I am at a crossroad of the representative type.
I could prepare, go outside and then have a time outside. I could also not.
Well, time to get on with preparing. It’s the sensible thing.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:36:36
Kind of fast. Not great either.
I was hoping to get more done today but due to business it’s just this.
It was fun to write, however.
Written at home.