Stream of Consciousness...or maybe a brook?

Paragraphs like this occur to me out of the blue and I jot them down just because. I have no idea if I'll ever use it in a book or not, but it's there nevertheless:

I never understood the appeal of fishing. A friend of mine told me it was the repetitive motion that men found relaxing, but frankly I can think of a repetitive motion that's way more stress-relieving off hand, and it doesn't require hip waders and expensive equipment. Well, not usually, anyway.