To be or not to be.

Sometime back I asked someone if being impulsive was a good thing. He had apparently said yes and no and I kind of know what he meant. You know, he was just being polite by saying so. He actually said ‘DUhh’ in his head. And it was a dumb question anyways. You know it’s like when you act a particular way and you know that you do, you try and validate whether it’s the right thing to do. Guess I should replace the ‘you’s with ‘I’s? Anyways so I am impulsive. In certain ways. And I like it like that.

However, there can be dire consequences associated with being impulsive. See, I could use ‘thoughtless’ instead of impulsive which may be the right thing to do. And when I am not thinking, I might do things that may not seem wrong at that point in time, but may actually be wrong for/to someone. So, the thing is that I have been thinking about the not so great part of being impulsive lately and I have actually started to think, umm… a lot before acting. Now I am like, I am sure there is nothing absolutely magnificent about being impulsive anyway! Thinking about something for hours at length and getting a massive headache and a bomb ticking away centrally in your forehead is a feeling nothing can surpass. Trust me!! It is loads of fun. Yawn.

This Book ‘Blink’ by Malcolm Gladwell caught my eye recently. I have just started to read it so I cannot critically glorify or tarnish it. It talks of those moments when we ‘know’ something in the blink of an eye without really knowing why. He talks of how one could read seemingly complex situations in a matter of a few seconds. Sounds interesting. I have those moments all the time except that I miserably fail to decode those complex situations.

Well, the impulsive part of me still lives and shall resurface; I am sure, in no time. And I have NO clue whatsoever whether that’s great or pathetic. But I would certainly try to balance both. You know eating the dark lord and playing hide and seek. No you fool! Both- being decisive and impulsive. Anyways, but I’d really like to be able to quit my job someday and go backpacking on the Alps with people who like me and listen to me. Okay, the last part was way overboard. That’s like asking God to step down and crown me the king of the world.

I know this post is getting way too creepy and mindless and full of shit. But Hey! This is MY blog. I write what I want to!

This is so much fun :) We should do this more often.