It stormed yesterday afternoon and I managed to avoid the whole thing, somehow.
Well, I guess that the reason that I managed to avoid the whole thing was that it passed before i left work.
Now I am in a room and outside I can hear the sound of people who don’t understand the meaning of peace and quiet, for whenever they enter an area, they think that the best thing to do is be as loud as possible for a while. It is unnecessary stress and it wears on my nerves.
Oh well. It’s not like I’ll be doing anything about it anyway.
I’m tired. Life is exhausting. Whinge whinge whinge.
At least the day has set itself in front of me and I will be able to tackle many a thing that needs to be tackled throughout its presence.
I don’t want to do anything, I don’t want to go anywhere, I don’t want to think about thinking.
I want to go back to bed and lie down and sleep a bit more. I want to be as azy as possible.
I want to be so lazy that I go mountaineering just to avoid the hassle of it all.
I think I’m just being really lazy at the moment, but I am sick and tired of hearing people who think that the best thing to do is be really loud all the time, argue with each other and not understand that other people might want a bit of peace and quiet.
That is something that really is frustrating me more than I would like to admit.
I need to get away from the city. I need to do some exploring once more. I very much want to go to the bush.
I also want to work on music, which is something that I will be doing very shortly, assuming that I get off my ass and then sit down on my ass in order to do the music thing, for the music thing is something that I really want to do.
Still, there is the terrifying call of work as it tried to lure me into its gaping maw for another period of a number of hours that drag on into some sort of “forever” that cannot be truly comprehended.
Actually, it can, but sometimes it feels so incomprehensibly massive that you end up being consumed by its entirety.
I’m sure that I’m just being pointlessly dramatic, but sometimes the drama is a bit of fun to embrace.
Sometimes it is more fun to embrace the drama than it is to face up to yourself whilst pushing other people away who try to find out what is going on.
I don’t know what I’m going on about anymore, so I guess I’ll end this with whatever words that I can come up with, as there’s still a fair bit of space to fill and I don’t have all of the time available currently, although I wish I had.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:03:42
I guess I’m in a rambling mood.
Written in Redfern.