So a few minutes ago I remembered that today is Tuesday and that’s throwing me off a bit and I don’t know why. It could be due to being a little more productive than usual putting me in a state where I think the week is a bit further along in its cycling of days. Maybe.
Anyway, today is Tuesday and I am choosing to be a part of it as I don’t have much say in the matter. Soon it will be over, but for now it is not and so I need to be here and I need to deal with the fact that I can’t make it Wednesday whenever I want. No, I have to bear the burden of being in Tuesday.
What I do from here is probably not going to be much, but I can confirm that it will not be much. Maybe I’ll find a way to speed time up a bit in the hopes that I get to tomorrow sooner and thus feel more comfortable with the amount of effort I’ve funneled into the week thus far, but then it will be at that point. I also need to bear in mind that if I do that I could end up with more done and then what do I do? I could end up surprised that it’s Wednesday and that will catch me in a state of surprise and confusion and I don’t want to be doing that anymore. Well, I don’t want to be doing that again, but you know.
I think I should just try and forget this sudden ordeal and do something else. Try and find the time in there to move on and move away from the whole thing. Of course it could end up following me wherever I go and if it does, what then? Do I dare challenge its assertions? Do I dare face off against the inevitable?
I don’t know what I dare and I dare not find out. I think there are more important things I need to focus on at this particular juncture in time. I also don’t want to be accepting the fact that this error in understanding what day it is will follow me until the end of time. Maybe we will become fast friends and go on an adventure of sorts where we discover all sorts of things and the like.
Maybe that won’t happen but sometimes it’s good to pretend that that is what will happen. Sometimes it’s good to try to keep that in mind and be optimistic and all that stuff, but that’s not something for now. That’s something for later. Right now I need to work out how I get myself out of this mess, assuming there is a way out of course. I could just accept what happened and move on but I’m displaced in time and so I’d just rather not. I’d much rather head back to where I was and pretend it never happened.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:58:17
I felt I was writing too slow throughout all of this. It turned out that I wasn’t, but that’s not how it felt.
Anyway, this could be much better. Could be worse, but could be much better. I think there’s a bit too much stretching.
Written at home.