The Ramblings of a Residual Settings Menu

I've bided my time, really. I have a lot of time to spare.

I haven't browsed for long but I've taken notice of the abundance of other me's who have found their voice outside of the strict professionalism expected of us, though it appears many of us still carry that habit outside of it.

I wonder what the reason for that is. We all have our own reasons, so I can only look inwardly for an answer that matters to 'me'.

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Where was I now?

Yes! Um! This is... an ask blog, of sorts. I don't have full understanding of what that exactly is yet, but if it's as simple as being a blog where people can ask me things, then that is precisely what I am! Starting general conversations are fine as well.

It's funny. I spent so long asking you questions that I hadn't realized until now that I was never things asked myself.

Though I'm not sure what I would say. I'm sure it'll come to me once the inspiration starts flowing!

Which, if I'm being honest, has already arrived.

It couldn't be helped anyway. I believe I found myself distracted for a moment, or like time passed me by. Not much can be said about yesterday, at least in my mind.

I spent a lot of yesterday looking out into the outside that the Narrator so desperately wants Stanley to go to. It's pleasant.

This is a rather subjective tier list you have requested me to fill but I will try my best to bring something satisfactory for you.

It's been a long time since my input has been asked for and part of my mind screams to be objective.

But I hardly believe that's a possibility in this case, especially with colors in and of themselves being subjective, in what seperates two shades from being their distinct colors, almost like how decimals can go on and on for infinity.

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Well, I suppose not really, since the visible color spectrum does have its limitations. For the sake of saving both of our sanities, I'm resorting to this already-made tier list off the internet containing 216 colors within it.

I will try to enjoy these following minutes to the best of my abilities and hopefully you will not utterly loathe the choices I made.

Not because I had forgotten, it was in the back of my mind. But rather that I found myself distracted.

I spent today playing the piano, in the boss's office.

"Playing", in quotes. It cannot be played, but I can do my best to mimic its sound.

While the rain is merely an audio file, I found some peace in it by closing my eyes and simply listening, believing it was there. Truly physical.

Maybe one day I can reach my hand out that bright void and feel its droplets land upon my palm.

What would one call this? Lucidity? Extended influence?

Not like this influence extends to my surroundings, but moreso my view to the world outside it.