Stupidity Hole

So I probably should have started this earlier as it’s a bit late and very soon I will be going to bed, but you win some and some you lose and in this instance I have done neither, but we’ll see how this all turns out, assuming it turns out at all of course. Sitting here, banging away on the keyboard once more and who knows how the results will turn out? Not me, though I am sure that they will be “readable”, for any given value of what is and is not readable, of course.

Well, now that I have that out of the way, we have to see where this is now leading, assuming that it is leading anywhere at all. This is the much-vaunted second paragraph and I have no idea as to how I can follow on from my first paragraph, which really was an exercise in brilliance in that I exercised all the brilliance out of it and am now stuck with trying to find a way to make sure that the attention of the reading is held. This is of course assuming that I am able to hold attention at all as there is a good chance that at least more than no people have turned out at this point and stopped reading. If that is indeed the case, then perhaps there was nothing to get out of this, or perhaps I’m just that good at hiding the better stuff later on. This is all a slow burn, of course, but when I say that I mean a slow burn of everyone’s patience.

Now that that is out of the way I need to think about what I will include in this section, but I really don’t know. I’m pushing myself a bit, I will admit, but sometimes you need to do so in order to get things done, or something like that, as they say. Whoever they are I do not know, but I know that once this is done I will be taking a bit of a rest as I want to read my book and thing about other things. I want to forget about the day of work at the moment as the day of work was not one that I’d normally recommend people engage within. It wasn’t a meat grinder as it usually is, but it was still pretty bad in places. Customers preventing me from doing things and customers not preventing me from doing things; it was almost all there. Still, didn’t get abused which was good.

I think that if I don’t talk about my day, then I need to think of something else to talk about but I really don’t know at this stage. What I do know is that I am really stretching. Perhaps I could’ve started off by talking about chickens. I do know that there are plans to write more about them that I keep on putting off, so perhaps instead of putting that off I should spend more time writing about chickens so that they are no longer things I need to write about in some capacity until I once more get to a point where I am writing about them, for they always return and are never truly gone.

Perhaps instead of that I should just writer some bad poetry or about a dream I;’ve been meaning to write about as it was a bit of an odd dream and a lot of it remains in my memory. It was not a bad dream; just an odd one. A bit intense in places, but sometimes dreams are intense in places more than they are intense the whole way through and quite frankly I don’t think that that is a bad thing… unless it is, in which case it is a bad thing and quite possibly of the very variety.

I guess instead of all of that I should just write about how my hair keeps on growing out and spreading away from its source so as to consume more space and I should probably cut it, but I don’t mind that it’s getting long and messy, though that doesn’t really allow itself for the sort of exploration that I am currently seeking, so I guess instead of all of those things and instead of something else I’m just going to put this down and go down to the ocean and stare out over the glorious body of water that is the ocean and think about  things and maybe think about myself and try to put myself outside of myself for a while as that may be a better thing to do.

It might provide some catharsis and realisation as I finally feel a whole lot of hurt and relief and work out how to best proceed forward in my life in order to be a better version of me, for only looking at something as overwhelmingly powerful as the ocean would be able to allow me to think of myself outside of myself in that manner, and that can only be a good thing, though sometimes it might be a bad thing and I’d rather it be good… actually, I’d rather it just be whatever it needs to be and then deal with it from there, but this is of course assuming that I feel like getting out of my chair.

I don’t feel like getting out of my chair. I am quite happy sitting here and as such instead of doing all those things I’m just going to wrap this up and then do a few things that involve dishes and then find a way to go to sleep and then wake up in the morning and then get on with my life in a way that shows that I am doing things, though perhaps that will not happen and instead I’ll just rest well for a few more days as that way I can feel well-rested in a well-rested way.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 09:58:44

As an exercise I feel this has merit.
Not sure as to how much makes sense as I don’t want to read over what I wrote.
I probably should, but I won’t.

Written at home.