One of those mornings. Listening to a band I want to listen to, but I might have to stop their music to listen to a band I’m meant to. Don’t wanna stop. Wanna keep going. All those things.

This is the toughest decision of the day. Where do I go from here? Can I really make the choice? Can I get through this in one piece? Why can I not just listen to both at once? Expand my horizons, make use of both my ears. Discover new aural sensations. Find a way to get home in one piece. You know, the usual things.

Be that as it may, I’m sure that I can tolerate my enjoyment of this one band for now, and then move to the next one later. But do I want to do that? Do I really want to move on? The answer, surprisingly, is out there.

But of course I am merely wasting the time that I have and not taking advantage of it. I have to make a decision. Making a decision is a good thing. Not making a decision can be a good thing to, and even that is a decision, but of course the framing and context is what denotes it as not being a decision, or rather one that was not considered to be an option presented. You know.

So I have this conundrum, and these sounds are pleasant enough. Could be better, could be worse. It’s not right in the middle, and it is nice. It is easy, and that’s what I like. But at the same time, perhaps it is challenging and I’m just so inured at this point that I don’t recognise it as such. Then again, it’s quite possible that It’s less challenging than I imply, and really just somewhere in the middle and I’m trying to claim it is under an assumption that I don’t find it to be because of my experience with the band that is playing the notes that are coming to my ears.

The one I’m meant to be listening to is more challenging than this, or maybe they aren’t. I don’t know. It’s all different forms of music and I’m trying to find the right one at the right point, and I’ll get there, but one I have to listen to and I’ll listen to them eventually, but that eventuating might be sooner rather than later.

Have to pull the lever at some point if I want to get something done, so I guess I’ll prepare myself soon enough for that… or I won’t. I don’t know. I think I’ll find an answer somewhere along the way, but it won’t be much of one if I don’t choose to act and all that stuff.

These decisions are what makes life so very difficult, let me tell you. I know it could be worse, but this remains torturous! And I don’t like it, but I’m gonna have to make my sole decision eventually.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:34:01

A bit of silly complaining, or at least trying to do some silly complaining.

Written at work.