Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1240: The Wheels Keep Turning

Once more I am tired and maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe it’s a bad thing. Maybe it’s just a thing.

I’m tired due to lack of sleep and a bit of running about but that stuff has been good. Maybe not so much the lack of sleep but the running about certainly has been good. It has been productive and hopefully it remains productive.

Still, I feel the need to write more. One of those days where the desire is there but the body isn’t as willing to allow it to happen, or something. That and having stuff I need to get done sooner rather than later.

Stuff I’ve said too many times and am continuing to say, really.

So I sit here and I drift off on currents that are not visible yet felt, but they’re not felt in here so I’m really just drifting on my own ego, trying to work out what it all means as well as what “it” is. I’m trying to work out a lot of things and this is only a small part of the pie, but what is that pie?

I just realised I could write about how the injury I sustained whilst doing a course for uni that wasn’t logged and recorded is having an increasing impact on my life and due to it not being recorded there’s not much I can do in terms of compensation. Of course the impact could be temporary but this bout has been quite prolonged, so thanks for that uni.

Maybe I’ll write about that another time when I can think through the whole thing with a bit less anger, but it’s quite frustrating as I’m trying to get stuff done and there are times when I now have to stop as I end up being physically unable to do things for a bit and it’s frustrating.

But yeah; I might save that one for a full ramble. It’s making me angry right now.

Anyway, the day keeps on drifting and the smallness sets in, and part of me wonders if this really is it and there’s nothing else, but of course there’s plenty. You keep fighting the desire to self-defeat and you keep pushing on, but it gets hard sometimes. It gets hard because the wheels keep spinning but the road doesn’t end and everything changes but you can’t get off the road; you just keep on driving.

So I keep sitting here and hope that something will change and my continual pushing on will lead to some success, but it’s a slog and there’s only so much I can do as the continual push on in the face of adversity and all that crap, you get the idea.

Anyway, I think I’ll wrap this one up here. Let the wheels spin a little longer and maybe the sun will rise, but the sun always rises and the night always finds itself moving away in an endless dance, and we all bear witness.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 10:35:81

Slow and that’s fine.
Not a good bit of writing, I think, but it’s expressive so it’s likely worth something for that.

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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