I actually like this idea, so I guess I'll post one.
The following is a story I wrote. Note that this isn't based on a real-life experience. Not really.
I was sitting at my computer, surfing the Internet like every other moron without a life does at night. I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to do something out of the ordinary. I had already completed all of my daily activities, so I walked outside without reason. I shuffled through the leaves on the way to my truck. I didn't know where I was going and I didn't need to know. It was some place different.
The gentle hum of my sewing-machine-sounding engine was a relief - it signified my going somewhere. Somewhere different. I shifted into gear and sped away from my home, no destination in mind, not really. I let my subconscious take over my steering.
Not real smart, you might think. It's okay, though, I'm still alive. Anyway, my subconscious took me down the same roads I travel every day. Goddamn my subconscious, always leading me everywhere I've already been.
I got to my destination, my university. I had no reason for being here at this time of night, so I decided I'd let my subconscious take me somewhere new, somewhere unexplored. So I let my mind wander, and I began thinking about things.
My life was getting pretty goddamn boring, and I didn't have anything on the horizon either. So I figured maybe it was time for a change, seeing as how I'd just keep doing this if I didn't deliberately do anything to change my ways a little bit. It was just after the new year, and I thought it would be better to make a late new year's resolution than none at all. I decided I was going to change.
Seriously, I'd just up and do it this year. I'd make more friends, have a social life - I'd spend most of my nights out. I just needed to get away a little more was all. My routines were too set, I needed to be more spontaneous. I'd do that too.
Fucking home. Somehow, my dumbass subconscious had driven me all the way back here. As I stepped out of my truck, I heard the familiar crunch of leaves. I decided right then and there to do something spontaneous: I picked up a leaf. I looked at it, how it was all dried out and almost crumbled just from my touch.
I guess you could say it was fragile, but usually folks only say glass and stuff is fragile. Whatever, this is my way of being spontaneous. I knew that fragile leaf had once been something green and full of life. At least, as full of life as a goddamn leaf can be. That leaf changed, and I figure if a leaf can change, then I can too.
I walked back into my house, since I couldn't think of anywhere else to drive, and sat down to think. That's very unusual for me. I'd have never done it except for that I wanted to be spontaneous. And new. I thought about how it's sad a man can never really escape these days.
Someone always knows where he is. For instance, I can't just drive off without my neighbors knowing I've done so. Even if they're too stupid to know, someone will see me when I'm out. I can't just hide, not really. I guess that's why I went out tonight in the first place.
As I headed up the stairs, I stopped. Not because I had any reason to, really, but just because I was being spontaneous and all. I stood there and just started thinking, real hard. I don't usually do that either.
Spontaneous. I thought back to last hour, just before I was walking down these stairs. I wondered what had prompted me to go outside. That overwhelming urge to do something out of the ordinary, it was almost like I wanted to crawl out of my skin. I didn't know why, so I walked up the remaining stairs and sat down at my computer again.