Five-Hundred Word Challenge 281: Being Boring.

There is drilling once more. I am here, wanting to begin the writing of a review so I don’t have to worry about having it on my list of things to review.

I also need to begin typing up an interview, but that is something that will have to, for the time being, wait.

There are people here of which familiarity is something that I associate with them, yet now they are gone and with them the familiarity that they had, although the memory remains.

The memory remains.

I think doing philosophy is getting to me. Either that or I’m struggling to find something new.

Either that or I’m just thinking that I’m playing around with words, although I’m not really playing around with words.

Either that or there’s something else. Pretty sure there’s something else.

Maybe I’m just doing word exercises.

That’s always a possibility that can be explored to some extent.

What if the word exercises are playing around with me?

What if I’m not actually sure as to what is guiding my hands and I am merely being played by some entity greater than what I could ever conceive?

What if the possibilities are endless?

What if there are no possibilities?

Why am I going down this train of thought once more?

It’s been a long, yet enjoyable day so far.

Right now I am sitting here, typing whilst expressing banality of life and I’m feeling pretty alright with that.

Sometimes it’s okay to be boring and no try to reach for the most fantastic of elements that you think you can come up with.

There really is nothing wrong with that at all.

It’s probably a good thing that I’m being boring right now because I don’t think that I can stretch myself further without a little bit of rest.

Still, there are things that I need to write and there are things that I need to read and there are albums that I need to hear.

There are also days that need to be lived and there are regions of nature that I need to explore.

there is a whole world out there not waiting for anyone, so it is I that must approach and experience it and not the other way around.

I would love to be near the ocean in a field, somewhere in the Royal National Park and feel my hair being blown into my face which would subsequently lead to my getting annoyed to some extent.

I still would enjoy the feeling though, because a feeling nice it is, to an extent.

I want to be in the ocean, but for now it is time to be boring. That is significantly more important.

Sometimes you need to know when to take it easy. Few people can work themselves continuously.

Sometimes you also need to know when to go on some sort of crazy adventure and really experience the unexpected.

Perhaps the unexpected actually needs to experience you instead of you, it.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:53:28

What a day to relax.

Written at UNSW.


About stupidityhole

I'm some guy that does stuff. The standards. Creating amazing effigies, scaling mountains using my feet only and replacing the very fabric of reality. Serious time! I enjoy writing. I make music in some of my spare time. Currently working somewhat full time and studying as well. Also working on self-improvement. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out.
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