Impulsive Decisions
September 28, 2011 3 Comments
WordPress asked the question: What’s the most impulsive thing you’ve ever done?
One word; move.
I was, for close to half of my life, a gypsy. Moving from one place to another, never staying in one place for more than two years. It started with my mother when I was a child. I can honestly say that I did nine years of public school (k-gr. 8) at six different schools, in two different cities. We were poor, and she would sign a contract to lease an apartment for two years. When the lease was up, they’d raise the rent and we were off. That didn’t stop until high school and living with my step-father, but at the age of eighteen, I was out the door and back at it again. Hell, in three years (age21-24) I moved five times, and one of those was a ‘bad-breakup-last-mintue-throw-everything-into-plastic-bags-and-get-the-hell-out’ move.
Sometimes, I just get this urge to move, but I keep it suppressed. I promised myself I wouldn’t make my kid live like that. He’s good at making friends and all, but it’s hard always being the new guy.
Oh yeah, and then there was that time I was drunk and got the impulse to jumped over a six foot wall wearing four inch stilettos. Those were some tough shoes.