I do everything too fast. I eat too fast, resulting often in heartburn; I walk too fast, resulting often in a sweaty back; I talk too fast, resultifor example, if I’m driving to play football I’ll drive a bit quiker to get there, if I’m talking I try and get it all out there as quick as possible often in people asking me to repeat myself; I write too fast, resulting often in a hurting hand; I think too fast, resulting often in a hurt brain; I read too fast, resluting often in a misunderstanding of the text. In short I’m too fast. And I need to slow down, or else I’m going to hurt myself, or someone else.
It all stems from a severe lack of patience. I can’t stand wasting time when I could be doing something with it. As a result I rush things that don’t seem important, like driving to an event, walking somewhere or clearing stuff up. In short, I’m impatient.
Another fault I have (and there are loads) is that I’m highly erratic. Not just when it comes to playing sports or anything competative, but in EVERYTHING. In life. I can go from being brilliant at something to being totally inept at it a matter of hours later. Be it playing football, ten-pin bowling, Pro Evolution Soccer (on the Playstation), poker or any of the past-times I enjoy, I will have fluctuating form, moments of brilliance closely followed by moments of complete rubbish. It’s the same in everyday life. I can have a great day at the office, writing great little pieces, finding top stories, and the next day I’ll be terrible, missing decent stoires, letting loads of spelling mistakes slip through the net and generally being shit. I can’t help it, it’s just the way I am. So I’m going to have to put up with, and so are you.
