Right now I’m in a place I didn’t think I’d find myself in for a long time, and much has changed whilst little has changed. It’s a lot like how I remember it, but there are differences and some of those differences are nice. I think.

Sitting here, thinking about what I see and thinking about the exciting blandness of it all, and thinking about how there are things here that I remember and don’t remember, and looking at some stuff that makes me wonder about other things and all of that other stuff that I could crap on about at length but won’t as there is no point.

Wondering what it was that was the starting point of my distaste for this space, but it doesn’t matter. I am here and soon I will be getting up and going as there are other things that require my attention and all that other stuff. You get the idea.

So I’m sitting here and I’m beavering away so I can try and get this written all out and I’m getting distracted which is something I need to stop, but I don’t want to. I want my mind to wander and I want to let it wander and go all over the place, but that is not the best thing. Don’t care, but should care. Just wondering as to the point of my continuing to sit here.

Wondering about many things.

See now I feel as though I’m out of the metaphorical gas and there still are quite a few hours before I head on home, but I’m doing this and maybe in doing this I will be less distracted and find some focus and then move toward the next thing, whatever that may be. Of course that may not happen; I might just pat myself on the back after this and then collapse into a pool of self-deceit, but then again I may not.

I think I was trying to work toward making a point earlier, but I dropped that and now I’m just writing whatever, so it’s the same as usual and perhaps that is not the best thing in the world.

So anyway, this is a space that I’m not a fan of but right now I am here. I don’t have to be here but I chose to be here, and so my being here is my own fault, and that’s okay. It’s not a bad place, but I do worry about running into people I don’t want to talk to, but if that happens then it happens. That’s life. Gotta be pleasant, gotta be polite.

Well, I don’t, but I should. It’s better to not be an asshole, even if you want to be an asshole. Even if other people are shitty it doesn’t mean you should be shitty to them.

Then again, maybe you should, but to be honest I don’t think that’s a good idea. I think there are better ways to navigate undesirable situations.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:25:84

This was another bit of a struggle. I ran out of steam part of the way through because I didn’t try to expand upon what I was writing. Ended up doing so toward the end but it felt wishy-washy to write and perhaps it also reads that way.

Written at university.