Doing so.....


The person sat staring at his portable computer’s screen, contemplating his choices. A frown slowly creases at his face as exasperation sets in. He was annoyed and feeling foolish. The choices were set, and all he had to do was choose. Choose the best choice that fit, or the choice that seemed (or at least felt) like the right one. His fingers twitched at the keyboard, himself eager to type but not knowing what to type. The decision had not been made, and he was beginning to feel more idiotic. He sighed, cracking his knuckles as he settled himself straighter on the stool.

An exhausting yawn left his mouth, and he stretched his hands. He was getting sleepy as tiredness seeped into his eyelids, threatening them to shut and willing him to dream. He blinked, massaging his temple (which somehow gave him an even larger urge to close his eyes and doze away the night) as he once more glared into the screen with half closed eyes. A decision had to be made, soon, before he loses his vigour and determination to submit something that night. He was lost for a while, his mind caught in a soft swirl of thoughts and memories as he pondered for a moment; why did he even bother to place himself under such a dire, perturbing situation for something that basically didn’t even require him to do so? A bespectacled girl appeared before his mind, and he saw himself smiling to those great comments his friends have left him. Something warm grew in his stomach, and he smiled. He cocked his head to the side so that it cricked, placing his fingers tenderly on the keyboard and began to type as an idea (a lame and pathetic one, but better than none) bloomed slowly in his head. He typed:

The person sat staring at his portable computer’s screen, contemplating his choices. A frown slowly creases at his face as exasperation sets in. He was annoyed and feeling foolish. The choices were set, and all he had to do was choose. Choose the best choice that fit, or the choice that seemed (or at least felt) like the right one. His fingers twitched at the keyboard, himself eager to type but not knowing what to type. The decision had not been made, and he was beginning to feel more idiotic. He sighed, cracking his knuckles as he settled himself straighter on the stool.

An exhausting yawn left his mouth, and he stretched his hands. He was getting sleepy as tiredness seeped into his eyelids, threatening them to shut and willing him to dream. He blinked, massaging his temple (which somehow gave him an even larger urge to close his eyes and doze away the night) as he once more glared into the screen with half closed eyes. A decision had to be made, soon, before he loses his vigour and determination to submit something that night. He was lost for a while, his mind caught in a soft swirl of thoughts and memories as he pondered for a moment; why did he even bother to place himself under such a dire, perturbing situation for something that basically didn’t even require him to do so? A bespectacled girl appeared before his mind, and he saw himself smiling to those great comments his friends have left him. Something warm grew in his stomach, and he smiled. He cocked his head to the side so that it cricked, placing his fingers tenderly on the keyboard and began to type as an idea (a lame and pathetic one, but better than none) bloomed slowly in his head.

He was finally finished, feeling both foolish and contempt. A soft smile coursed across his face as he uploaded the digital document into his pen-drive, and he began to wonder if he had made the utmost preposterous attempt to entertain his friends. It was already late, and the laziness that he kept at bay 20 minutes ago were slowly creeping back to lull him into sleep.

He uploaded the document into his personal computer, accessed the internet and pasted the document into an empty space under the window “New post.” He made a few adjustments to his document, editing away whatever errors he could find under his increasing drowsiness. Satisfied, he directed the mouse pointer to highlight a “Publish Post” icon, and clicked. Making sure that the post has successfully been made, he closed his blog window, shut down the computer and went to bed, pleased but feeling ridiculous.


He was finally finished, feeling both foolish and contempt. A soft smile coursed across his face as he uploaded the digital document into his pen-drive, and he began to wonder if he had made the utmost preposterous attempt to entertain his friends. It was already late, and the laziness that he kept at bay 20 minutes ago were slowly creeping back to lull him into sleep.

He uploaded the document into his personal computer, accessed the internet and pasted the document into an empty space under the window “New post.” He made a few adjustments to his document, editing away whatever errors he could find under his increasing drowsiness. Satisfied, he directed the mouse pointer to highlight a “Publish Post” icon, and clicked. Making sure that the post has successfully been made, he closed his blog window, shut down the computer and went to bed, pleased but feeling ridiculous.