Usually, I ignore the voices in my head. Normally they're telling me to do things like go make a big distraction on stage during a particularly boring monologue in a show I'm watching, or to tell annoying kids in lecture to shut up, or to jump off a bridge just to make sure gravity really works*, or something similarly ridiculous. I ignore the impulse, and it goes away.
However, I went for a jog this morning in celebration of the fact that it's just a freaking beautiful day, and...
Hey Jenn, do a cartwheel!
What? I don't remember how to cartwheel. I haven't done that in 11 or 12 years...
It's like riding a bike, silly! You never forget.
But I'll hurt myself; the sidewalk looks pretty rough.
Go on the grass, then...
What, are you NUTS?? I'm not going to cartwheel right by the side of the road!
No, over there. See? Nice open field area. There's nobody around...
Okay. I can't reason with myself anymore.
I jogged over to the grass, put my discman down, and did a cartwheel. Poorly. I'm glad nobody saw.
It was kind of fun, so I did another. And another.
Three was enough. No more impulse, and besides, an old man walking his dog was approaching in the distance.
I got up, and jogged off. It was an excellent morning.
*Please don't read anything into this. I'm not suicidal or unbalanced. My personality is of the extremely skeptical sort such that I have this terrible urge to just test things, constantly. I know damn well that "gravity works" and believe me, I know how to ignore the random bad ideas that cross everyone's mind occasionally. Plus many of the bridges in Pittsburgh (the only place I've been with an abundance of bridges) already have suicide guards.
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