Itchiness is something that I haven’t written about before, or at least I think I haven’t written about itchiness before. I don’t know if I care to find out at this present moment, but I know that soon I will have to go through everything on this space to see where I screwed up some numbering and all that other stuff.

Anyway, I’m itchy right now and it’s annoying. Sure, it’s not too different from anything else int he world, but it draws my attention when I try to do things and so now the struggle is between trying to write and the itch that is working on preventing me from writing.

I didn’t want to write about this. I wanted to write something fanciful and interesting, but now I have no choice. Now I am being twisted into doing something that I don’t want to do. This is unfair and it is clearly a violation of anything considered humane. Where do I go from here? What do I do with this?

Maybe I should immerse myself within a large vat of yogurt and then apply some sort of itching powder… though I should do that before and it should be a powder that is not an itching power, but anyway… and then swim around in the large vat and then step out and hopefully all the itchiness is gone after that. Hopefully I’ll be free from this horrible existence that I currently find myself within. Then I’ll be able to get on with my day and if I can get on with my day I can then… get on with my day, I guess.

What else would there be to do at that point? The issue is solved and I’d be free and if I’m free I just go back to doing whatever it is that I’m doing and so there’s not really much of anything at that point. I just keep on going and I hope for the best but now I am free of the itch; or then I’d be free of the itch.

Perhaps it is not the itch that I should be getting rid of. Perhaps I should embrace the itchiness more and then go from there. Maybe this is something with an untapped potential and it is up to me to tap into that vast reservoir of whatever it is that is inside, and then I go from there. I go from there and I go exploring and I find out that there truly is a vast network of caves that lead to all of these things and now I know that there’s treasure, but of course there is a chance that I don’t discover this because I chose to not scratch an itch and now my life is worse off for it.

Now the itchiness is subsiding and I’ve missed my chance. Well, that’s on me, but now I know I could’ve had so much more. Oh, what a horrible fate to have!

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:57:52

This started off as a struggle but it became easier to write the more I wrote. I don’t think it’s of a good quality, but it was fun.

Written at home.