Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1260: What am I Doing?

“What am I doing?”

I just uttered that as I’m sitting here telling myself to write and then letting myself get distracted. It would take less time to write and get on the groove, whichever groove that  may be, but I keep letting myself drift off to somewhere else. Gotta stop doing that.

Today is a little better than yesterday. Thus far it has been a lot less stressful but there remains much to do and you get the idea. It’s a little less cold and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing, but I’m capable of getting things done at the moment and so I’m going to keep trying to get things done. We’ll see what happens.

But before all of that today is about the art of writing and engaging in that art. It is about expressing myself and finding a way to get that expression across using the power of words in a visual form to represent meaning in what should be a structured way.

I just want to enjoy the day a bit more than I normally would. It would be nice to shed some of the stress, but I cannot and so I persist. I persist in writing and I persist in getting distracted. It is a brilliant way to go about things, let me tell you.

Sitting here, looking out the window, seeing the sunlight outside; it’s nice. It’s a nice and relaxing thing but I need to keep on going. I’ve had too many days of doing little and so stress perpetuates itself through no fault of its own… or maybe it is entirely its fault.

But anyway, it’s a nice day and so a nice day allows me to relax less, or at least tells me that I should be relaxing less. Probably should be relaxing more rather than less, but you know.

I don’t know where I’m going with this. This started with my expressing my need to write and get stuff done and now I’m complaining about how I can’t enjoy the day as I’ve got stuff to do. This is not a way to go about things. What I should be doing is creating tales of silliness, but instead of that I’ve decided not to for some reason. I’ve decided to complain and that’s something I’m going to complain about as today is not a day to go about complaining. No, today is a day to spend writing and getting things done and getting on with life and trying to not become bogged down with all the shit that’s going on in my life.

Today is not a day for complaining and I will not stand for that. There shall be no more complaining and if there is more complaining, then there will be no more complaining.

So anyway it’s a nice day outside and I’m gonna get stuff done but I need to complain about things first. Complaining is the most important thing to do, after all.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:59:25

Not exactly what I’d call a good piece of writing. Feels like a bit of a struggle and reads that way too, I think.

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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