There is something that I need to scratch.
I’m not sure as to what it is, but it certainly is an itch that needs attention.
Perhaps if I do scratch it, it will persist and leave me sitting here, continuing to scratch it until I reveal the secrets underneath.
Perhaps if I don’t scratch it, nothing will happen.
It may go away.
It may not.
This is a mystery that needs to be unraveled, like a sweater with a loose thread that is begging to be pulled, unraveling the entire sweater and leaving you with a small pile of fabric that can be reshaped to how ever you see fit, if you indeed decide that the unraveled pile of fabric does indeed need reshaping and also assuming that the fabric has not become tangled within itself, leading to some sort of knotted mess that would take a very long time to fix. It may just be better not to unravel the sweater and instead fix the broken bit so that it does not unravel of its own accord, unless you do want a knotted mess, in which case go ahead and do whatever it is that you think would be best given the situation that has created some really tense tension that you thought you could avoid for the rest of your life but cannot for there are problems everywhere and some of them you really do need to deal with from time to time. After all, that is a part of being alive and what would be living without the problems and the desire to overcome them?
After all, there are problems every single day of our living lives, whether we think that they are or not.
You need to go to the bathroom which is a problem, but you deal with it by going to the bathroom.
You are hungry and so you eat something to give yourself sustenance and stave off the hunger that you are feeling.
You walk into a store to buy something that will help you achieve something else.
There are many things. Sometimes a problem is that you are not doing enough recreational activities so you hop on your bike and go for a cycle, feeling the wind flow through your hair as you look like a wild stallion. Well, you think you look like a wild stallion. Instead you look like some sort of awkward horse that is pushing away and panting heavily whilst attempting to appreciate the views that you may be given whilst at the same time trying to avoid pedestrians and drivers, for there are many of them on the road and the footpath and sometimes you need to be on a shared path and sometimes you need to be on the road.
There’s many options here and the one that you choose will help you define the path of your journey toward a better recreational thing.
But really, there are always alternatives for most of the choices we make.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:07:03
I… yeah… uhhh…
Well, this is fairly stream-of-conscious (I think).
It was one of the easiest things that I’ve written in that there were very few pauses, so I think that that may be some sort of indication that I’m improving.
Written at home.