Write for 10 minutes.
Just 10 minutes.
I really don’t think the people who created a challenge like this had any idea what they might be setting others up for, but as for me, that is pretty dangerous. 10 minutes of raw writing. Do you have any idea what I could end up getting myself into?
Yeah, me either. I hide all that weird, dark, and dangerous stuff pretty far down. So far down that it only occasionally seeps up. So, 10 minutes of writing is going to be something that takes the ladle and scoops way down low.
I vaguely remember doing something like this in my 10th grade English class. At the very beginning, we would crack open our notebooks and write about anything we wanted for about the same length of time. I remember being in love with writing back then. But I also remember hating to HAVE to write.
There is nothing more frustrating than having to do something you want to do. When it becomes a requirement, it just takes all the fun out of it.
Or, as I say to a lot of my students when we use to hang out, if you require me to do something for you I will always say no. However, if you have no money and it is my choice to do something for you, than I most often will. It’s something about stealing the blessing that just makes it not fun anymore. And who does stuff that isn’t fun?
I can’t even really remember the last time I had fun. Wait, not true, remembering the night that a group of us met at Tijuana Flats and several people tried “The Bomb” sauce. That was fun. Someone even got it into their eye. Not once. Twice. I haven’t laughed that hard since. Great night.
And have you ever noticed how the funniest things in life tend to be at the detriment of others? What’s wrong with us?
Or even better, from a conversation I had yesterday. I hate sharing. I really do. No, I’m not stingy or anything, but… if I want something, then I get it. If you want something, go get it. It’s pretty simple. But then there are those people who will look at you and say
Sharing is caring!
Such a load of garbage. Cause the only people who say that are the people who don’t have what you have. Right? And they are totally guilting you into giving them what you have.
Stop it people. If sharing is caring.. then I have a quote for you…
Lead by example
Right? Who’s with me on that one?
Unless it’s my wife.
Then I share everything.
Cause she makes me.
(Woot, 10 minutes.. congratulations to both of us. I neither incriminated myself nor had an aneurysm.. and look at you.. still sane? Still reading this? Awesome. Thanks for sticking with me through that.)