24 October 2011

"There's someone in my head but it's not me" --Pink Floyd

...when the waitress asked me what I wanted, I heard myself saying "Pancakes."  The words sounded so strange coming out of my mouth, mainly because I never eat out, and when I'm at home I never say the name of the food I'm going to eat before I eat it.  I don't sit down to a nice bowl of soup, pause, and say "Soup" to myself before I eat it.  That would be crazy.  Not that I don't have the urge to, because, honestly, I almost always do.  But once you start actually doing the abnormal things your brain suggests, and not merely thinking them it's only a short slide to shuffling aimlessly through the streets, wearing empty tissue boxes as slippers.  --from FOOP! by Chris Genoa

This I love.  It makes so much sense to me.  The difference for most of us between crazy and not crazy is whether we give in to those weird impulses that are always shooting through our brains.  Right?


We all get all sorts of weird impulses, right?

*blink* *blink*



Like, um, posting to a blog about weird impulses.  That's a pretty weird impulse.

Yeah. *scuffs tissue boxes* That's what I meant.

Question du jour:  What weird impulse are you willing to admit to thinking that you have so far resisted doing?

Equal and opposite question du jour:  What weird impulse are you really glad you followed?


HK said...

My Mom reminded me yesterday that when I was little and our family went to McDonalds, she ordered one carton of fries for my older sister and I to share.

Before I was even old enough to count, I would empty the carton of fries and measure the length of each fry, dividing up the fries evenly between my sister and I. If I could have measured the crispiness, I probably would have.

I'm a Libra, I value fairness and equality.

I also grew up to be a data analyst who comes up with metrics / ways to measure things.

So, sometimes weird impulses are deeply rooted in who we are.

The Bug said...

The one I remember most from adolescence (and, let's face it, beyond) is the fierce urge to fling the hymnal at the preacher at church. The pastor of my home church said some pretty dumb things from the pulpit - not just stuff I disagreed with, but DUMB. It was a close call some Sundays. And a good thing I resisted because I don't have very good aim or arm strength & the folks two pews in front of me would NOT have been amused.

Mike said...

I don't do impulses. I've found by example that they can get you in a lot of trouble.

asplenia said...

My favorite impulse confession is a part of Post Secret. Someone wrote that there was a yellow M & M on the bathroom floor for weeks and they fantasized about eating it.

My impulses strike at random, like singing in public, how embarrassing! I never act on those but I often snicker out loud imagining the whole scene unfold.

Cyndy said...

It's that time of year - I am constantly fantasizing about driving at full speed through the huge piles of leaves that are in the street right now throughout my friend's neighborhood. I'll never do it, but I really want to. I have similar thoughts about banks of snow in the winter time. I must have some kind of suppressed violent streak or something. Thank goodness for bumper cars!