Throw up from the Brain

When I talk to my kids about quick writes. That's what I call it. It's a chance for them to put their brain gush on a page.

Well, here is mine.

People tell me all the time I am too cocky, too full of myself, too... me. I always give my 2 cents where it may or may not be needed. I fix things that others don't even view as broken and I solve problems others didn't know exist. Why do I do it? To control? To solve? To right the wrongs in the world? 

In ways, it reminds me of OCD. It's a habit that I can't break. When I see something broken, I fix it. Especially when its an easy fix. I think my lifestyle created this for me. I am in a job that consistently is broken and always could be improved. So I have learned to look at my surroundings find a solution and start working on it before it all blows up in my face.

But when you look out at my wanting to be a teacher, wanting to be loved, wanting to solve the world, wanting to fix whats broken. Maybe it is a type of God complex. Why do I do it? Do I want power, to rule, to feel important? 

Creating a world of my own in writing could definitely give me all those things. But I don't think thats why I write. I write to share my stories, to help people learn the lessons they forgot about or that they never learned somewhere else. I want light bulbs to click on even as students read. God, I am such a teacher. Maybe my "Why I write is to satisfy my teacher complex lol.