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An optimist jot something down

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Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.

Daily writing prompt

Sometimes, you don’t want to jot down anything special. You only want to write what comes to your mind—freewriting, if you like. You either do it with a timer, only write during the day, or have a break until you feel like writing something. There are times when I am an optimist, even if sometimes my posts can feel pessimistic. I prefer thinking positively; if I’m upset, it goes away as fast as it came. I don’t want to dwell on the past, but sometimes, old things come up. You can’t do anything about certain things, no matter how much you want to change the past. Life is about moving forward. Hopefully, you learn from your mistakes. If they are mistakes, that is. You should live for today anyway. That’s what I do. The future can be scary, but you must be an optimist to overcome your fears.

Laughter is the best medicine. I love watching old and new comedies, mostly old ones, because they were funny then. From the newer ones, I love Modern Family. I already watched the series once before. My favourite characters are Gloria and Cam. If you know the comedy show, you know who I’m talking about. I also watch comedy movies. Jim Carrey is my favourite funny man. Robin Williams was an old-time favourite. A shame he died, but his spirit still lives on. Laughing makes you feel better, too.

If you do things you like and others say you can’t, then it’s too bad for them. Life isn’t about doing things you don’t like. Everything made me feel bored, which is why I didn’t find what I wanted to be when I grew up. When I finally do, I don’t get to do them. How can I get better at it if I can’t do what I want to do? I wouldn’t have gotten better at English if I hadn’t written in English. I learned English in 5th grade and have significantly improved since then. The same should be done with other stuff, but no luck. I should make up projects on my own. But I’m too lazy to make them up. Or I have no imagination when it comes to that. My imagination is wider when it comes to writing make-up stories. But not to make up a project that could work in reality.

I’ve been thinking about buying a car, but how can I sell my dad’s car, which has at least five faults? I’ve been in a car shop with my dad, so that’s not a problem. But how do they sell cars to women? I’ve heard stories. I don’t know how much it costs to fix the old car. It’s still in my dad’s name. So much to do. My dad isn’t even buried yet. There was a funeral, but his ashes are still not in the ground. Argh, so much to think about. Everything goes so slowly when I have to do it all alone. But maybe it only feels forever when things don’t move along. I only need to be an optimist, and things will get done.

Now I’m hungry, so thank you for reading. Have a nice weekend.

You have so and so many minutes to type

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This post is not valediction of any kind. This is free writing. You usually do it in 10 minutes, but I type what comes to mind. It might take a minute or longer than that. It might not make sense, but it’s fun to do it. One piece of news, though. Finland is now officially a member of Nato. That’s all I’m going to say about that. This is supposed to be a fun post. Not funny. The fun of writing. Or typing. Either way.

I have no timer for this post. It takes so and so minutes. Like it says on the blog title. Spring is coming, but we still have snow here and there. Maybe it’s time to melt. I like spring. It’s better than summer. The sweaty season. Summers would be nice if it wasn’t hot. I will die or wish to in the future if the climate gets hotter. Maybe I’m not on this earth when that time comes. I feel sorry for the people who come after me. Those are the ones we should worry about. Even if we’re dead, we should still care today. Maybe we can’t stop climate change anymore. Sorry, this post shouldn’t be about serious stuff like that. Just mentioned it. Let’s move on, shall we?

Sent an open job application yesterday, so one each month is done. Won’t get a job, but I have done my part. Next week is back to school in Helsinki again. I haven’t done my assignment yet. It’s not an easy one, but I will get it done. I’m there to learn, so it doesn’t matter if I don’t get it. It’s not my favourite assignment. It’s about movie production. The school is on Friday and Saturday. I must go by bus on Saturday, so I hope we’re not going anywhere that day. I might miss that bus to that place. With public transportation, you never know if it will be on time.

More about spring. It’s nice that the snow melts and it isn’t chilly during the day. I can ride my bike to places. Especially when I’m going to the grocery store, and I don’t have to carry the shopping. That is heavy stuff. I don’t need to go to the gym; I carry shopping bags. I could go by car, but the store isn’t far. Walking is good for you. It makes your head clear. But cycling is even better. I don’t care about those terrible road stoppers, a.k.a. electric scooters. Do those companies who own them want people to get lazy? Those who use them can’t even park them right. Driving on the payment where people walk. It was so nice to walk outside when there were none of those anywhere. Winter is nicer because there are no scooters anywhere. Now the pain is back. Paris banned altogether them. Whoever invented those scooters are idiots. People have their friends on them. Sometimes there are three people on those scooters. They are made for one person. It’s not a taxi. No wonder young people get overweight when they don’t walk. I have nothing against those scooters; it’s the people who use them that I can’t stand. Not all are bad, but a lot are. They have no idea about traffic rules. It’s a jungle out there.

I think it’s enough free writing. If people read it or not. That’s the valediction of this post.

Bloganuary: Repost: Day 1: I write because…

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Originally published 2016/09/26

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Tallenna

TallennI write because it’s fun. Writing is like breathing. Without breathing, you can’t live. Writing is also good therapy. It’s also easier to express my thoughts. If I talk to someone, I always think first about what to say. When I write things, I have time to think. In a conversation, you might forget what you were supposed to say and when the situation is over, it’s too late. It happens too often. That’s also an introversion thing. It always feels weird when I have to start conversations. When I write, things go the way I’ve planned them.

I couldn’t ever make blogging a living. I’m not good enough to give advice. I’m the one who needs guidance. It would be too challenging to think every day about what to write. I write when I feel like it. I’m not good at keeping up a schedule when it comes to writing. I couldn’t be an author either, even if I’ve always been good at writing fiction. Speaking of that. I love writing fan fiction. It’s also a great escape from reality. You need to live in another world for a while. Especially when bad things are happening in the real world.

When I was younger, I had diaries. I didn’t write anything secret. Unless you mean crushes on pop stars. That’s nothing to be embarrassed about. If someone found my diaries and read them, I wouldn’t care. I’ve read them, and it’s more of, what was I thinking, kind of thing. But nothing I feel ashamed of. If I was famous tabloids, they would be very disappointed. There’s nothing there that would destroy my career. If I had one, that is.

I started writing at 7 years old, but then it was only a few sentences. Like I said before in this post, writing is like breathing to me. The same with music and photography. I just can’t live without them. I have to get my thoughts out of my head, and writing is better than keeping it all inside. You don’t have to be a great writer to write. It doesn’t even have to be published anywhere. As long as you write, that’s all that matters. That’s how I survive from depression. I feel down at times, but I’m lucky I don’t suffer from it. I could never put myself in someone elses shoes, but I can be there for the person who does have it bad.

These are the reasons why I write. If someone said I should stop writing, I should say, stop breathing. I’ll write until I can’t no more. It’s my life, and you should do what you like with yours. Do what you love, and don’t let other people spoil your mood.

This is a daily inspiration and my 30 minutes is up.

Tallenna