So I just spent some time on hold and it was both long and short and that’s the way things go, I guess.
You kind of start wondering as to how much of your life is spent on hold and then you start wondering as to how much of your life you’ve left on hold and then you wonder how much longer you have. It’s not a pleasant experience.

I don’t want to be getting existential about my life when I’m waiting to speak to someone, but the wait is just long enough for that to happen. It’s long enough for the dread to seep in through the cracks and you can’t push it back as…. well, what else are you doing at that particular point in time? Sure, you could be doing other things but it all feels menial in a way where you’re not paying much attention as you need to pay more attention to the phone as you don’t want to be elsewhere when someone finally comes through.

It’s a bit of a drag and time extends and shrinks and so you find yourself careening through time at two differing speeds, and yet the whole thing feels like a congruent situation and so you just kind of live like that for a while.

You started off as young as the sapling but then you grow as old as the mighty gums along riverbanks and floodplains, and you’ve experienced things and you’ve seen the passage of the dry as well as the destruction and rejuvenation of the wet. You’ve seen life change and shrink and grow and you’ve been there the whole time and you’ve changed, and maybe you feel rooted in place but you grow outward. The storms come and go and lighting cracks and whips as it threatens to strike you down and cast limbs ablaze, and yet you’ve weathered it all and you keep going outward and upward. Your foundation remains and you keep growing from it and learning new things.

Eventually your time will be up but you don’t know when, and it’s not even during a storm or a fire or anything. Everything seems fine and nice and it is, and you see all. You see the insects, you see the birds and maybe you even see some of the more aquatic-based lifeforms , and it’s a day just like any other. It’s a peaceful day and its dull and boring but that’s fine; Sometimes dull and boring is a good thing to have.

You think and you observe and, even though there is no breeze there still is a motion; there is an unfelt rumbling, but all is okay. Then suddenly you’re struck asunder as you finally come off hold and you’re speaking to a person to get an issue resolved, and then they put you on hold for a few minutes and then come back to let you know your issue will be resolved later, so you then go do something else.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:59:26

I spent some time on hold today and felt compelled to write about the experience in a rather dramatic manner. I think that it works; there is a bit that drags but it works.

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