The story so far:
Huh. I almost expected there to be some sort of timer, like an hourglass delpleting slowly, teasing me to hurry across these pages in search of topic. Truth be told, I have none. Still, I find myself staring down at the clock in the corner of my computer screen -- one minute past -- as my new found committment to honesty pursuades me to be truthful in my pursuit.
No time for edits. It makes me wonder if others edit their work -- two minutes past -- or if they simply let the words flow from their fingertips effortlessly. I wonder what they write about? Perhaps I should have read others prior to posting, or at least delved deeper into the threads of StoryMash, as opposed to simple hopping in and writing -- three minutes past. Nevertheless, here I am, writing without direction, wondering if anyone is still listening.
Four minutes past. If I was asked to write about life in ten minutes, I wonder what I would say. I would more than likely attempt to be optimistic, and perhaps say something like "it goes on", or, "c'est la vie" -- that's one of my favorites. Five minutes. But truthfully, I could never think to capture what life truly is -- not now. My friends are all on the cusp of graduation, and I, well, am not. I should be, but life -- six minutes -- has an interesting way of working out. They say not to live with regret, but I cannot help but wonder had I stayed in marketing where I would be. Sure, I was the only employee not being paid salary (no degree), but I was happy. I would have stayed had I not felt so strongly about completing school.
Seven mintues. Now look at me. Unemployed, and no longer attending. Funny how life works. Not from lack of wanting to educate myself, no, because the cost of education -- eight minutes -- outweighs the wages I am offered as a student. Some system. Well. We've yet to hit nine minutes -- nine minutes -- and I'm spent. Perhaps I will give this a more appropriate attempt some other time; perhaps after I've settled in and fully learned my way around the site. I suppose I just needed to vent -- needed for someone to listen, for once -- feeling suffoccated by my inabilities to excel. (ten minutes exactly)