The Tale Of The Rapid Fire

As the youngest in my family, I had a lot of people to look up to. I was super lucky because I could recognize the mistakes others made and learn from them; I could recognize the awesome things others did and learn from those too. My dad used to tell us that we didn’t need to make every mistake ourselves, sometimes we could learn from other peoples mistakes.

Fab Five. For real.

It was also tough because naturally, I was a product of my surroundings. This meant that while I was super loving and caring throughout my life, I also got some things from others that I don’t necessarily love. I’m working on it, I’m a work in progress, and I’m okay with that.

One of my least favorite things that I picked up from my sisters (sorry NH1 and NH2) was the cause of many arguments and regretful moments: The Rapid Fire.

NH3, NH2, & NH1. In that order.

Now, for those of you who don’t know what rapid firing is, I’ll explain it like this…

You ever see someone’s phone, unintentionally of course, and on the screen is a whole lot of blue (or green for you Android having peeps) texts? Like, they sent 10 straight texts without letting their thumbs take a second to chill, and their brains take a second to process what they’re even sending. That is the rapid fire.

My sisters and I always mock one another for doing it to other people, or each other, yet all three of us manage to do it, still. It’s absolutely horrifying.

A trio, to say the least.

Having known this about his daughters, my dad decided to lay a major reality-check-words-of-wisdom type quote on us, “chew before you spit.” He told us to take a minute to really process everything, before we speak or hit send on a message.

My weapon of choice: The iPhone.

I can’t wholeheartedly tell anyone that I practice this day-to-day, but it certainly has kept me out of some trouble in the last few years; sometimes I find myself rapid firing for great reasons, too. My friends will be the ones who snitch on me for being the rapid fire friend. I consciously keep it in the back of my head when I am feeling like my thumbs about to go in so hard on a text, that they might not last to the end of the day. Like I said, I’m a work in progress, but hey, I’m trying.

Shoutout to my Clan. I love you chicks.

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