Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1227: Stopped by Rain

So I was getting ready to head out as there’s stuff I want to do and I want to also stretch my legs. I was ready, I headed to the door and suddenly the rain fell and now I’m here writing about it, as though it is anything to write about. Right now I’m just looking to kill time so maybe killing time doing this is helpful, or something. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll never know. However, I do know that I’m going to keep on writing this until it’s done and hope that the rain has died down enough for me to be able to head on out and do the things and all that stuff.

It’s interesting that this has happened, though maybe it isn’t. It’s just life. It seems like it’s fateful, or at least if I were to postulate in an odd direction, I’d say it is fateful. I’d say that something is trying to tell me something, but I’m not going to say that as I know that that isn’t the case. I do know, however, that I am slightly annoyed by the happening as it means I leave later rather than sooner and I’d rather leave sooner rather than later, but sometimes that’s the way things go. Sometimes you get stopped in your going about things and so you just deal with it, so long as there is the space to deal with it, of course.

There are far worse things that I could be dealing with right now, though admittedly when I leave the house I will be dealing with something pretty serious. Still, it is something that will hopefully see itself nipped in the bud pretty quickly, though of course these things have a way of dragging themselves out in a rather nasty and unpleasant way. In any event, a serious call will be made and then a tribunal booking will occur and then hopefully some rather overdue compensation will be paid.

The rain is slowing down and I sit here and air some dirty laundry in a rather vague way. I’ve said nothing and so nothing has been said. It’s not always a good way to go about things, but sometimes you feel you have to in order to at least get something across. Could be worse; always can be, but could be better. Still, the rain is nice, as is the sound of birds signifying a bit of a rest, and so in knowing that it’s probably time for me to get up and go and get on with the walking as there is a lot of walking to do and there are very few days in which to do said walking. There is a bit of going out and seeing things and taking some photos and I should probably get to that as soon as I stop writing, which I will.

Then again, maybe I won’t. The rain may strike once more. Maybe it is some sort of sign.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:50:85

A bit more seriousness in this than I would have liked.

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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