Impulses and Accidents

Good morning, my faithful blog followers. Hoping for something funny today? I will disappoint you for sure then. I'm not nearly as peppy and upbeat today as I had hoped I would be. Couldn't possibly be all the drinking and craziness lately, could it? Perhaps.

We had Craft Night at the West End, that was fun! We made posters for the 'protest' that they are staging this weekend. I'm taking my kids, by golly. They can hold up signs that say "Comedy Took My Trust Fund" or "Knock, Knock! Who's There? Evil Comedy!"

After crafts, I spent the rest of the evening with my crazy new girlfriend*, Dana, who could probably get me into a lot of trouble.

(*When I say 'girlfriend'...you girls know what I mean. We're friends. Guys think when you say girlfriend, it means you're making out. I haven't crossed over...yet.)

Do you ever have to stop yourself from writing or saying something, because no matter how much you want it to be, it's NOT all about you? I suffer from this condition a lot. I take things too personally when I shouldn't, and I think things are about me when they're clearly not about me at all. It's not that I am an egomaniac, in fact, quite the opposite. I have a boat load of self-esteem issues from way back. So this condition makes absolutely no sense to me.

Another condition of mine is Impulse. Impulse is a bad thing at times. I'm an impulse shopper, which is bad; an impulse writer, which can be good and bad; and, some nites, an impulse flirter. Some of you have seen this. (You really should take notes, I'm quite good at it. But I digress.)

Impulse has led me to do things recently that I wouldn't normally do, because it makes me feel good, if only temporarily, to do them. Impulse can lead to things that you might later refer to as accidents. Or even mistakes. And that's never good. A life without regret, that's what I want. Can I buy one on e-bay?

I stopped someone from acting on an impulse last nite. She was grateful. Now if I could just stop acting on mine. I'm trying to be rational, but I feel that I'm beating a dead horse here, and it's starting to smell.

It's not all about you, Jenn. It's not all about you. It never was. Let it go.

Don't you guys love it when I talk to myself in third person?

Jenn is currently accepting applications for her next bootie call. No talking or commitment required. Must think I'm funny. Apply within.

(And yes, I have edited this a couple of times today, in case anyone is paying attention. Obsessive compulsive disorder, it ain't just for breakfast anymore. :)