Dabei|bleiben - To Stick With It

If you’ve read all of the entries I’ve written for this project so far, you’re mind is probably numbed beyond measurement, perhaps even more than if you’d immersed your head in a paddling pool of Bonjela for five months. Yep, I’ve somehow managed to stick with it that long! Five months of inane drivel constructed into sentences that are routinely far too long, pretentious and often irrelevant. This truly isn’t me fishing for compliments either - I am my biggest critic and doubt I’ll ever be completely satisfied with what I write. So I’ll continue to pick my work apart, and question the relevance of sentences as they are written. Is this one required? Or was it as extraneous as it’s predecessor and it’s successor? I understand there’s a fine line between confusing the reader and simply seeming confused. No, I just made that up, I have no such insight. I’m guessing, however, that I’m sounding more perplexed than aware, more like someone who is trying to sound clever by relentlessly utilising shift-F7 to access the thesaurus at any given adjective, casually inserting the first word it suggests without really considering how the sentence resonates. Like that. Which is true to some extent. Right, I’ll stop. This is getting stupid. I’ll put an end to this linguistically suicidal foray into self-deprecating literature, and, HA! I just referred to my work as ‘literature’, which my be technically correct, as it, or rather will be, printed written material, but it just sounds so blooming pretentious. And how bad is that? I didn’t shift-F7 that word even though I’ve used it earlier in the piece. Oh my, I truly must terminate this before somebody gets hurt, it’s getting out of hand. It reads like the ramblings of drunken, textually frustrated imbecile, hell-bent on sounding clever, but clearly just sounding bent. And not in a gay way. Just as in queer. But not in a gay way. Just odd, different, and possibly slightly infirm. But who knows, if I don’t finish off this ‘article’ soon, I’m going to run out of synonyms for ending, terminate and finish off. Which would be disastrous. The end. No. Wait. The bottom. Actually, no. Forget it. That was the second best synonym, so I’ll just stick with The End. Incidentally, there is no synonym for ‘synonym’. How wonderfully ironic. Now if only I could be certain that is an example of irony. But I can’t. So just strike from the record anything beyond the initial The End. The real end. Done.