Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1218: Walking Down the Street

Alright, so seeing as I dropped the ball on the earlier attempt it’s time to do another attempt for today. I don’t want to as I’m in that state of laziness that requires a lot of energy to do very little, but here we are and so here I am.

It feels a little weird getting something done so far away from going to sleep, but it’s nice. It feels good in a sense, but I shouldn’t be congratulating myself just yet as there still is plenty of time to stop and procrastinate and stretch things out to an unbearable degree. If this happens, then it is what happens but this is something I don’t want to do, unless I do, in which case I do want to do this and… yeah.

Where was I?

So I was walking down the street in the way that most people do and I noticed that I wasn’t actually walking down the street. It was at that moment that I further realised that the street was walking down me… then up me. I was being trampled by that which I was meant to be trampling, as ordained by divine right.

I was not going to stand for this mostly due to it being very difficult to stand when a street is walking all over you. As such, I decided to call out to it and kindly request that it stop, but this did not work and so I had to deal with this.

Now the thing with streets walking all over you (ort at least in this instance) is that they take their sweet time and then extend that by quite a lot more time. As such it took a while and I had to wait. I could not read for I had no book with me and I could not listen to music as I had nothing on me which would allow my ears to be treated to the sweet nectar of sound. I had to stay there and wait and wait and wait some more.

The plus side to all of this is that it gave me a lot of time to think about things. I was able to think about where I was going in life and how I ended up in this situation, and I thought about these two things for quite a while. Unfortunately whilst I was unable to come to an answer for the former, I realised that with the latter there was no explanation as to why it was happening to me.

From there I realised that the universe has a chaotic nature and its inertia is powered by reaction to happenstance. A series of events with no rhyme nor reason, or at least none that I could discern within the limitations of my human brain.

Eventually this stopped and so I got up, dusted myself off and waited for the next breeze to arrive so I could float home as a cruel mockery of birds.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:42:03

Silliness abound here but I think it works. This feels around the right length, covers nothing and carries no worthwhile meaning. Overall for now I’m happy with this.

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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