...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?
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?