I want to write something easy. So, that’s what this is. It isn’t particularly meaningful, or profound. But at least it’s something. I want to write something. It’s odd to want to write something that isn’t meaningful. But yet, here this is. It’s so much easier than writing something meaningful. It isn’t as meaningful. But it’s easier. And it’s writing. And I’m crazy.
I desire to make this longer than it currently is, so I’m adding this. Once again, it isn’t particularly meaningful. But it’s easy. And so, here it is.
I wish I could stop obsessing about readers. Readers confuse me. I need them, but hate them. But I don’t want to write about them again. But I want to write something. What direction am I taking this? Why do I enjoy this? Why do I enjoy fucking with you, the reader? You’re expecting this to go somewhere. Or nowhere. Which one will it be? Only one way to find out.
Oh, look. Here’s where it goes. Is this what you were expecting? Yes? No?
What about now?
What in the fuck am I doing? Why do I enjoy doing this? Is this good or bad? Smart or dumb? Where are we going? What am I doing?
Why do I enjoy messing with your head? Are you messed with?
Why is it easy for me to mess with your head? Where am I going with this? Why do I want to write when this ends up being what I write?
Why don’t you care?
Why are you continuing to read?
Why did you stop?
What point am I trying to make?
Why do I need to make a point?
Why have I decided to make these separate “paragraphs” all of the sudden?
What does any of this matter?
Does your mind feel messed with?
Am I clever, or just mentally ill?
What next? I’m running out of ideas. But did I even have any to begin with? Is this a character’s monologue in a fictional story? Is this about me? What isn’t? Did I mess with your head again?
What would I even call this? Is this funny? Is this good?
There’s no point to this. Or is there? Where am I going with this? Why does it continue? And why does it continue…to go nowhere? Why is this fun for me?
What do you think of this? Why do you love this or hate this? Where am I going with this?
This is so much easier than actually making a point. “String of consciousness” is easier, even if it’s worse.
But is it bad? What is it?
It is easy. And it is writing.
And it is done. Sadly.
What’s next? Wait, is it done, or not? You’re cheating. Looking to see how much is left. Did I lie? Or tell the truth? Why are you reading this? Why did you stop? What’s the point of this?
Am I done? Or not?