Don’t have much time, so it’s time for me to power through a bit of writing, and maybe it will be more sensible than the last bit of writing. Don’t know yet. We’ll see. And so on and so forth. And you get the idea.

So I was sitting here, minding my own business when all of a sudden I…

Wait, I was going to rant about peeling eggs.

So don’t you hate it when you put boiled eggs in the fridge, then grab them the next day and go to peel them, and they’re too cold to peel easily? Don’t you just hate that? I hate it. Shell gets everywhere, and my heart is not able to cope with that kind of tomfoolery. It just ain’t pleasant.

You know, the shell gets everywhere and then you need to pick up the bits and pieces of the shell and some of it is on the ground, and you also gets bits of egg on your fingers and you try to clean that up too, but it’s just going everywhere and it spreads outward and you can’t stop it as you’ve already made the mess. Actually, you can stop it, but in order to do so you need to stop peeling the egg, and why would you want to do that? I wouldn’t want to do that. Would you?

It seems like a bad idea to stop what has already started, but you’re going to have to and then you need to try and eat the egg whilst it’s still partially encased by protective layering, and that ain’t fun, let me tell you. I would much rather not risk swallowing the shell of egg, and I’d much rather pretend that what I’m doing is having a gourmet meal made for four and consumed by one. However, now I need to spend time being aware of the situation I’ve gotten myself into, and I just don’t want to. Who wants to be aware? Who wants to be considerate?

This should be considered a warning for all of those who try. Don’t assume that the egg will be fine if it was boiled and put in the fridge the previous day. Do not let the deception of the shell get to you. Peel with caution and peel with deliberate movement. That protective layer will do what it can to make your life harder, and you’ll only have yourself to blame if you do not heed my warning.

Sometimes I wonder if the egg was created to deceive and fool us. We so slovenly worship its existence, and yet it continues to elude our greatest senses and perceptions of the world around us, and I don’t even know anymore. Perhaps the egg just isn’t and we all think it is, and then it all goes bad from there. Everything ends up egg-shaped and this canoodling with desire is suddenly cracking open, revealing the deception, but there’s no escape and now you’re an egg too.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:09:65

Decent speed, and something a bit closer to what I wanted this blog to be about way back when I started it, so I’m mostly happy with what I wrote here.

Written at work.