CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
He tried to read.
His attention wondered after four words.
He tried again.
Then he tried to remember why his attention had wondered and what he had started to think about, but couldn't.
He got annoyed at his inability to remember his own thoughts.
He tried to read.
The thought about his inability to remember thoughts was still swirling around in his head and he picked it up right where he had left it off.
He remembered he had been trying to read and was getting annoyed at his inability to read, so he tried really hard to read.
His mother said something. Too loud. He couldn't think of anything else. He nearly shouted at her.
He tried to read. He managed two sentences before he got distracted by thinking of how proud he was of making it through two sentences.
He span around on his chair in happiness.
Then he hated himself for being happy at such a pathetic feat.
He tried to read. He concentrated really hard on what he was reading. He concentrated so hard that he wasn't just concentrating on concentrating, rather on the book.
He punched himself.
He stared blankly at his book.
The cat walked by. He practically jumped for it, held him down so he coudn't escape, and started stroking.
Eventually the cat sat down and purred in appreciation.
He decided he was finished with his book for the night.
His attention wondered after four words.
He tried again.
Then he tried to remember why his attention had wondered and what he had started to think about, but couldn't.
He got annoyed at his inability to remember his own thoughts.
He tried to read.
The thought about his inability to remember thoughts was still swirling around in his head and he picked it up right where he had left it off.
He remembered he had been trying to read and was getting annoyed at his inability to read, so he tried really hard to read.
His mother said something. Too loud. He couldn't think of anything else. He nearly shouted at her.
He tried to read. He managed two sentences before he got distracted by thinking of how proud he was of making it through two sentences.
He span around on his chair in happiness.
Then he hated himself for being happy at such a pathetic feat.
He tried to read. He concentrated really hard on what he was reading. He concentrated so hard that he wasn't just concentrating on concentrating, rather on the book.
He punched himself.
He stared blankly at his book.
The cat walked by. He practically jumped for it, held him down so he coudn't escape, and started stroking.
Eventually the cat sat down and purred in appreciation.
He decided he was finished with his book for the night.