Tuesday, December 05, 2006

I feel like writing a blog.

I am extremely impulsive.

I've only just written the opening sentence and already I sense a slight tremor as some of you shake your heads, disagreeing. I understand why, too. I'm guessing that what ran through your head a moment ago was something along these lines:

impulsive=reckless≠girl who gets excited about shrimp

I am actually surprisingly reckless, but impulsive and reckless are not the same thing. I am impulsive. I do things when they come into my head, without bothering to think them over. I don't research, I don't wait, and I am known for making terrible mistakes (I usually recover from my stupid mistakes in Chess, but I am considerably less adept at Risk).

Example? Skiing. You do not want to watch me ski. My technique is terrible and my vision usually somewhat impaired by gear, but I bomb down those slopes and cut in front of everyone like the worst driver ever observed on our beautiful Canadian highways.

Example? Multiple-choice tests. "Ooh, well, I don't really know what the answer here is. I think I'll put B and forget about it." Note to self: It isn't always B.

Example? Don't stand near me when I get a distant look in my eye. Isabelle got winded yesterday.

Example? I hate it when teachers make you draw up a plan before they let you write a story. I really hate that. I like so much better to just pick up a pen and wait.

Example? My mom and dad brought home a dresser for me, but because they're pretty busy it just sat there for awhile. One day when I had far too much to do, I looked at the pieces on my floor and thought, I'm gonna put it together today. That's what I did.

Look, I could go on, but you really get the idea, and I have a sudden urge to go play Beethoven on the piano anyway.

I've completely lost track of time.

1 comment:

WistfulSparrow said...

And of course it's possible to be both indecisive and impulsive. Er, right?