Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1255: Sunlight Comes Into This Room

So I started processing photos this morning but now that the sun is coming into this room at a particular angle it’s difficult to keep processing photos. As such, I’m stopping for now but I want to keep on being productive so I’m just crapping this out quickly in the hopes that something comes forth that is usable, or something.

So anyway, it’s a fine day.

I should go for a walk.

Why am I even writing this? I have no thing to go off. There is no thread. I’m just sitting here like an asshole thinking about how awesome I am for actually getting a start in the morning rather than after midday. There’s nothing special about this. There’s nothing to go off. I’m just being diligent for once.

What gives me the right to think that I can just do as I please and think so highly of myself for doing the bare minimum? There’s nothing. That’s like thinking that just because one is wearing pants they’re now king shit.

I guess it would could be a pretty snazzy pair of pants.

So what do I do now? I shouldn’t be going on this massive power trip. It’s unwarranted and I’m wearing some pretty standard pants. They are keeping me warm, but they’re still pretty standard. There’s no strut to get out of this. There’s nothing to get out of this. I’m sitting here wearing clothes that I should change. I’m sitting here crapping on about something and I don’t care to try and understand it, and maybe that’s the problem.

Maybe the point is that I’m refusing to try and understand this bit of writing and in doing that I am denying myself. I cannot truly be whole if I refuse to stare upon the baring of my soul.

Would be a bit easier if the sun wasn’t hitting the screen in the way it currently is.

Wait, if the sun wasn’t then I’d be processing photos. The reason why I’m writing this is that currently it is difficult to process photos due to the sun coming into this room at a particular angle and so I want to keep on doing stuff but am unsure as to what, hence the writing.

Probably should go for a walk.

Why am I even doing this? There are so many other things that I could be doing and instead I sit here, thinking highly of myself for wearing pants and a shirt when there’s no victory in that… given my relative level of comfort, of course. I’m just living life and going through things and getting on with it and wanting to process photos but choosing not to due to too much sunlight and so now I don’t know how to end this sentence.

Maybe I need to get up, sit back down, chill for a while, do nothing and then stress. Perhaps that is best, though I do wish the sun would fuck off out of my bedroom.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:06:84

Neither the fastest nor the slowest.

This was fun to write. There were times when I stopped to think which had a negative impact, but overall just fun. Silly and messy fun.

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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