One Thousand Word Challenge 196: Thoughts on a Monday

A heavy sky is holding firm at the moment, but it appears it will soon turn violent and beat upon the earth without any mercy, at least for a short while. Eventually it will relent and things will be as though nothing happened, but the memory will linger, at least for a short period of time. For some it won’t be important and it will be forgotten; for some it will mean their lives change in a way they were hoping would not happen.

The day is stretching itself out and I am sitting here, bearing witness to a lack of spectacle. I think to myself about how I can maximise my time but my time is spent working and trying to get things done as quickly as I can. There still remains a lot to be done before the day’s end and I’m hoping that I can get there, but it looks like I won’t. Still, I must try whilst I can for I want to make sure that I get as much done now before later as it will make later a little easier.

There is a tree outside my window and it has been bare for quite a few months. At the moment it is sprouting leaves and once it finishes sprouting leaves birds will use it as shelter when it rains. It is nice to see birds sitting in the tree as it makes the place feel a little more lived in. I’m in an urban stretch that has quite a few birds in the area, but I still like it when I see them sitting near my window. It’s just a pleasant thing.

I wonder if I should go for a walk before the day is over. It might be a walk in the rain but it would still be a walk, and that is something that I need to do more of. I don’t stretch my legs enough and I sit down far too much, and sometimes walking is good for organising thoughts so I should spend more time walking and less time sitting. I could also go for a cycle as my bike is functioning, but I need to replace a bunch of parts on it so it’s safer to ride on than it currently is.

I do miss cycling and I should do more, but I don’t and that’s a real shame. Sure, it’s not as fast as driving but it’s healthier and something I enjoy more than driving anyway. Can’t go to all the places driving can get me as conveniently, but there are other places that I can go to that a car might not necessarily be able to go and so in that way it’s nice. Also allows me to appreciate the scenery a little bit more.

A wind is blowing outside and it seems like a regular wind, and I imagine that it is as most wind is regular, though I wonder what would constitute irregular wind through this particular area of Sydney. We have a few different wind systems and we do get some strong ones here and there, but perhaps an irregular wind would be one that’s far stronger than what could be expected for this area. Elsewhere it could be a normal wind.

The day is drifting on by and I’m a participant in the drift and it almost feels like I’m slowly floating upon an air current, so long as I let myself daydream and drift away. I’m not sure as to where I’d be taken or what I’d see, but I imagine I wouldn’t go too far and it wouldn’t be as ideal as the ideal that I’d let myself have. Still, it would be seeing things from a different perspective, even if it doesn’t change how I see things.

Maybe it would change how I see things. Often when we look at an object we are only seeing part of it and not seeing the whole thing at once. Usually we assume the appearance of the rest of the object and those assumptions are often pretty accurate, but even so, maybe we’d think about objects differently if we saw sides we would not normally see.

As I sit here I think more about things that probably don’t matter, but maybe they do matter. I mean, of course they matter to me, at least to some extent, though maybe they don’t, but in some capacity they do, but I wonder if they matter to anyone else. I wonder if considering that is worth the time and effort, but perhaps that doesn’t matter so much as thinking the thought and exploring where it goes, if it does indeed go anywhere at all. There are a lot of things to think about and so much time and so considering the amount of time spent on thinking about something could also be important. I imagine that what it mostly depends on is what I’m trying to work out, or what else is happening around me. There’s little point in me considering some things if I’m working on something that has no involvement with those things, but maybe I have the time to do so. I’m not sure and I doubt I’ll ever be sure.

There is the sound of a motor outside and it lingers. The rain was brief before it rested, though I imagine it will come again soon. In this space someone has decided to mow their lawn. The grass is slightly damp so it may not be the most effective approach so I hope they don’t have a difficult time with the act of mowing the lawn. They’re taking whatever opportunity they can and I guess that I should also, but I sit here and I work and there is little time between things. Still, there is time and so I should do what I can where I can. Maybe I’ll get more done; maybe I won’t. Either way, I’ll get something done.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 16:20:55

A bit slower than I hoped but I think it was due to trying to think about what to write as I was writing. Also was feeling pretty relaxed. I think it helped the writing. Perhaps not as well as I would have liked, but the writing also feels relaxed, I think, and that’s nice.

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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