Five-Hundred Word Challenge 62: Tomorrow is Tuesday

So I began this one by writing about something I participated in yesterday, but it ran out of steam, so instead I decided to write about something else.

I don’t know what that is, but I know it’s not what I was originally going to write about.

Tomorrow is Tuesday, the day of choosing, as it would seem to be.

That would mean that tomorrow choices are going to be far more important in life than they usually would.

Oh, what a fate to have to experience!

You don’t know if choosing orange juice or putting on socks is going to make a bus driver a +1 bus driver or a +2 bus driving a bus.

Things are going to get real tomorrow and you better be sure that you are prepared.

These real things are dangerous as if the choice you’re choosing from the choices you have at any point throughout the day are choices not carefully considered, then the consequences could be dire!

Or they could be fantastic, yet lacking any surreal elements.

What if, by chance, you have a potato chip?
Do you put it in your mouth and chew or let it become soggy?

That could affect how well your hat will look on your head later!

Then the hat, looking the way it does on your head, could lead to a global catastrophe at some later stage in the day.

What? No, I am not making this up.

This is real realness, dammit!

Tuesday is always a dangerous day.
IT should not be allowed to have as much power as it does, as it behaves like a trickster day, twisting the choices that one makes into having odd and unusual consequences that are as subtle as a flying dog wearing bright green pajamas shouting “I am a dog and I am going to meow”.

It’s about as trickster as seeing a lion and it preventing you from doing anything by looking menacing and then going “meow”.

One has to wonder as to why the day has to be that way.

Why can’t we just be allowed to make choices with reckless abandon and damn the consequences, just like any other day?

That would be so much more wonderful and easy to handle.

But no, Tuesday must have its way.

Maybe it is to remind us that some choices will, inevitably, have consequences that we could not foresee.

Maybe that, due to this, we should always carefully consider many choices we make as maybe we run into a lot of things very blindly and then wonder as to why we woke up kissing a brick, covered in banana peels and avocado and are on a beach with no wallet.

That was certainly not a way to wake up.

Uhhh, I mean… it is not a good way to wake up, let me tell you!

Anyway, Tuesday is probably there to remind us of these things.

I would like to hope that Wednesday will treat us all slightly better.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 10:45:44

Slower than last time, but it’s the closest I can get to how long it actually took me.
Originally, I was going to write about Zedtown (a cool thing that happened yesterday), but I didn’t have enough thought about it to write about it, so it’ll have to wait for another time.

Instead I settled for whatever this is.
I was doing quite well when I had to pause the timer for a moment.
I resumed typing without turning it back on and then stopped and let the timer run for about ninety seconds before resuming again.

So yeah.

Written at my desk at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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