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Impulsivity, I am hopelessly in love with you. Buy the shoes. Ditch school. Kiss her. Drive 30 minutes for french fries Kiss him. Buy 18 pet snails. Eat the octopus tacos. In acting class they told me to follow my impulses. At home they told me not to. A blessing and a curse might land me in a hearse But I’m living Today I wrote a letter to someone I love and I’m going to send it Tomorrow I might stay home and cook pasta, or maybe I’ll drive to Portland. Pack only a few T-shirts and my terrifying overabundance of freedom Are you proud? I’ve been told not to be so impulsive. To think more rationally. To weigh the consequences. “You’ll regret it!” But the greatest regret I’ve ever felt is having not done anything about something that is my everything. I know I’m not an idiot. I’ve told myself this for years and I’ll stick to it, but there will never be a day when my mind defeats my gut. Sometimes it means I’m irresponsible. Unpredictable. Messy. Slutty. “Who are you anyway?” I have a secret -I don’t know who I am And if I’m lucky, I never will. You, my impulsivity, are to blame and to thank for that.
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Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
An Ode to Impulsivity
Impulsivity, I am hopelessly in love with you. Buy the shoes. Ditch school. Kiss her. Drive 30 minutes for french fries Kiss him. Buy 18 pet snails. Eat the octopus tacos. In acting class they told me to follow my impulses. At home they told me not to. A blessing and a curse might land me in a hearse But I’m living Today I wrote a letter to someone I love and I’m going to send it Tomorrow I might stay home and cook pasta, or maybe I’ll drive to Portland. Pack only a few T-shirts and my terrifying overabundance of freedom Are you proud? I’ve been told not to be so impulsive. To think more rationally. To weigh the consequences. “You’ll regret it!” But the greatest regret I’ve ever felt is having not done anything about something that is my everything. I know I’m not an idiot. I’ve told myself this for years and I’ll stick to it, but there will never be a day when my mind defeats my gut. Sometimes it means I’m irresponsible. Unpredictable. Messy. Slutty. “Who are you anyway?” I have a secret -I don’t know who I am And if I’m lucky, I never will. You, my impulsivity, are to blame and to thank for that.
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amyborton
18/F/Portland, Oregon
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
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