Five minutes. f.i.v.e. 5. fiver. Five whole minutes of writing whatever comes to mind. I think I saw something like this on another blog once, and I thought it looked interesting. I like trying new things. Well, not really, but I like trying to write new things. I'm not exactly sure if I can go ahead and really not edit or fix errors and stuff. LIke right there, before I fixed the word fix but it was only because it happened so fast, when I was typing I didn't even realize I did it. I fix without even realizing that I am fixing.
Yup. I am a fixer.
I have always known that about myself. For as long as I can remember I felt like I wanted to help people fix things that were wrong. I often ended up dating people who needed a little fixing... one guy I dated for a bit had a pretty rough childhood. I thought I could fix him. I definitely couldn't. It just got so exhausting trying all of the time. I mean, I know relationships all take work and I am not a giver-upper, but don't you think that a good relationship should have way less time of trying and way m,ore time of just being. Just being without all of the trying.
I just mentioned that I am not a giver-upper, but really, I am. I give up a lot actually, and I know it's because I hate to fail. I usually give up before I fail, but then really, I failed anyway, you know? THat is a bad thing, actually. And I am working on it.
Hm. That there took me about 5 minutes and I am relieved that I am done. Now I will go back and cringe at all of the dumbness and mistakes. But oh well. This is what I do.
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