So as I walked to the toilet, I passed the lift a small shiny screw glinting on the floor caught my eye from about 3 – 2 m away. Although I was strangely memorised I did not break my walking pace. What intrigues me was the urges this mere little screw conjured up in me. Indeed not just one urge but two very conflicting urges that perhaps we all deal with on a day by day situation or perhaps I should finally go check on my mental health with a specialist.
Anyhow urge one , after some consideration I have labelled this urge one, I’m unsure what order my urges came in or whether they were simultaneous - it all happened so fast and in this, my post incidental analysis it seems correct to label this urge , urge one. So urge one was to kick the screw with my left foot, not only am I left footed but walking in a straight line the screw was offset to my lefthand side and thusly could easily be kicked with my left foot but would require drastic movement to be kicked by my right foot. For some reason this act would have sparked a spontaneous childlike joy as this kick would have taken the screw down a couple of steps and against a wall or door and strangely made me feel great for no real reason other than I kicked a screw and it was fun.
Urge two was to pick up the screw as perhaps it could be useful, sometimes the engineers and the I.T. people have asked me for screws which I inevitably do not have , yet this screw at the glance I had taken looked more like a very common sort of small screw and thusly in plentiful supply and unlikely to ever be used if I had picked it up. Still I could put it in my drawer and keep it, my precious. Then leave it there when they finally get around to letting me go as part of the cost cutting exercise being implemented from above and likely why I was originally hired so that would provide a false paper statistical cost cut whereas in reality they never needed to hire me in the first place but I’m here to safeguard their jobs while being completely dispensable myself. As I am sitting in my work typing out a story about a screw and no one gives a shit.
Ultimately I was deeply torn by these conflicting urges.
I would say that this is the path I choose but I’m unsure if it was much of a conscious choice or indecision or perhaps fear. Perhaps it would even run as deep as being atypical of my personality of opting to do nothing rather than come to a decision that I am happy with.
For I just walked by the screw and didn’t do anything. Indeed I blanked the screw.
Then I went to the toilet pondering this all and on the walk back I had forgotten about the screw , walking right past it unnoticed until I got to my desk and realised that the screw that had raised up urges in me, yet i walked by it unnoticed on the return, fair enough it probably didn’t glint this time but I knew it was there.
I now wonder what part not wanting to be seen by my work colleagues played a part in this. At the time I was alone however someone could have walked by as I kicked it OR picked it up. I didn’t want to be seen as some degenerate 26 year old who kicks screws as if he was mentally retarded, nor did I want the owner of said screw to go hey stop stealing my screw I need that.
Perhaps that added to my brain stalling and failing to come to a quick decisive conclusion to let my winning urge be quelled. Perhaps they where equally good urges so finely balanced that no one could pick one above the other. However that doesn’t seem quite right as I labelled kicking the screw urge one and I even thought about going back and kicking the screw but decided against it as it wouldn’t be as fun now and more like me giving in to o.c.d. so I wouldn’t get that spontaneous sense of joy. There is almost an element of guilt in there now, perhaps I owe this inanimate screw more than a disrespectful kick since it has me thinking at least even if my thoughts are pointless and not very good.
I’ve lost enthusiasm for this thread. It was a mistake. Much like not kicking that screw.
hmmmmm
:fear: -_-
Anyhow urge one , after some consideration I have labelled this urge one, I’m unsure what order my urges came in or whether they were simultaneous - it all happened so fast and in this, my post incidental analysis it seems correct to label this urge , urge one. So urge one was to kick the screw with my left foot, not only am I left footed but walking in a straight line the screw was offset to my lefthand side and thusly could easily be kicked with my left foot but would require drastic movement to be kicked by my right foot. For some reason this act would have sparked a spontaneous childlike joy as this kick would have taken the screw down a couple of steps and against a wall or door and strangely made me feel great for no real reason other than I kicked a screw and it was fun.
Urge two was to pick up the screw as perhaps it could be useful, sometimes the engineers and the I.T. people have asked me for screws which I inevitably do not have , yet this screw at the glance I had taken looked more like a very common sort of small screw and thusly in plentiful supply and unlikely to ever be used if I had picked it up. Still I could put it in my drawer and keep it, my precious. Then leave it there when they finally get around to letting me go as part of the cost cutting exercise being implemented from above and likely why I was originally hired so that would provide a false paper statistical cost cut whereas in reality they never needed to hire me in the first place but I’m here to safeguard their jobs while being completely dispensable myself. As I am sitting in my work typing out a story about a screw and no one gives a shit.
Ultimately I was deeply torn by these conflicting urges.
I would say that this is the path I choose but I’m unsure if it was much of a conscious choice or indecision or perhaps fear. Perhaps it would even run as deep as being atypical of my personality of opting to do nothing rather than come to a decision that I am happy with.
For I just walked by the screw and didn’t do anything. Indeed I blanked the screw.
Then I went to the toilet pondering this all and on the walk back I had forgotten about the screw , walking right past it unnoticed until I got to my desk and realised that the screw that had raised up urges in me, yet i walked by it unnoticed on the return, fair enough it probably didn’t glint this time but I knew it was there.
I now wonder what part not wanting to be seen by my work colleagues played a part in this. At the time I was alone however someone could have walked by as I kicked it OR picked it up. I didn’t want to be seen as some degenerate 26 year old who kicks screws as if he was mentally retarded, nor did I want the owner of said screw to go hey stop stealing my screw I need that.
Perhaps that added to my brain stalling and failing to come to a quick decisive conclusion to let my winning urge be quelled. Perhaps they where equally good urges so finely balanced that no one could pick one above the other. However that doesn’t seem quite right as I labelled kicking the screw urge one and I even thought about going back and kicking the screw but decided against it as it wouldn’t be as fun now and more like me giving in to o.c.d. so I wouldn’t get that spontaneous sense of joy. There is almost an element of guilt in there now, perhaps I owe this inanimate screw more than a disrespectful kick since it has me thinking at least even if my thoughts are pointless and not very good.
I’ve lost enthusiasm for this thread. It was a mistake. Much like not kicking that screw.
hmmmmm
:fear: -_-
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