Rain comes today. Rain comes on some days. It does not come on all days. However, today it is coming. It will be here and it will invite itself into everything and there’s nothing I can do about it, so I’m just gonna have to deal. Not fun; not ideal, but I’m sure I’ll survive. Unless I don’t. We’ll just have to see about that, or something.

Or nothing.

I’m trying to find a thread that will lead to whatever it is that it’s trying to lead to, but I cannot find it. I’m trying to write more, but also less. I’m trying to find the intersection of crap and quality, and it keeps evading my pissy grasp. Such is life, I suppose. Such is the way of banging one’s head against the walls of whatever.

Perhaps I need to just stop writing altogether, and stop things here and now. However, that goes against things, and in going against things I would be one of those people who are against rather than for, and I don’t know if that’s what I want to be known for, unless that is what I want to be known for, in which case… yeah.

So get this: It’s a cold day but it’s still nice outside, and I’m gonna go for a wander soon, but I want to get this done before I wander, and I want to wander in a way that allows me to show some sort of professional gait; something of which I have not embodied in a long time. Hard to shake, these things, but it can weaken over time.

You know what I’m talking about. It’s the office stride that you get beaten into you without realising that that’s what’s happening. You get it and you do it for so long that it becomes so second nature, and maybe you’ll sand off the rigidness of it, but it’s still there. You don’t necessarily do it to carry yourself in a certain way; you just do it.

Maybe I’d rather my walk be more casual and relaxed so people see me as approachable, but not so much that they actually approach. I’d rather they see me and go “Hey, that person looks approachable” rather than actually do. It’s not an invitation. I don’t want to engage in conversation. I still need to look like I’ve got somewhere to be and I’ve a focus that I’m honing in on, but I don’t want to look like I’m business and nothing but business.

Actually, I don’t want to look that business at all.

So anyway, I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I will soon be going out the door. I need to get on with the getting on and I want to stretch my legs before I start work, or rather I want to stretch them a bit more than I already have.

This writing is mostly about walking, I guess, or walking styles, and there’s not much else.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:58:83

Decent speed. Took a while to stumble upon a topic, though there didn’t need to be one. I don’t know; I felt compelled to be topic-oriented.

Written at work.