The Nonsensical Journal

Ever wonder what would happen if you never fought your impulses, if you gave into them without a second thought?

Six in the morning the alarm rings polluting my slumber in an attempt to revive me for work, I hit the snooze button and I go back to sleep. Five minutes later, it’s on again, I pick it up and hurl it across the room, I continue sleeping.

Around 10 my boss calls and asks about my whereabouts. I simply say I decided to sleep in. He responds that it is unacceptable, I inform him, with great graphic detail, on how he can go fornicate with himself (and possibly a few barnyard animals) I hang up in his face.

Noon I finally get up. Making my way to the kitchen, family members greet me; I refuse to acknowledge their existence until I have my coffee. I light a cigarette as I wait for my coffee (never really fought that impulse)

I suppose I should go job hunting, but I give into my impulse and drive to the nearest liquor store (obviously the setting is no longer in Kuwait). Someone cuts me off while I drive; I speed up and flip them off as I overtake them. They speed up and cut me off again, I proceed to ram my car into the driver’s side, with hopes I’ll leave him dead or crippled.

I wake up in the emergency room. I keep tapping on the morphine dispenser until it maxes out… I pass out.

After being released from the hospital (and possibly rehab) I find myself on trial for reckless endangerment and possible manslaughter charges.

The judge asks me if I have anything to say, I inform him that the majority of the government and legislative system is crooked and corrupt, upon which I ask how much he usually charges for a bribe… I get sentenced to ten years; I will now be someone’s bitch.

Perhaps it’s best if I didn’t follow my impulses…

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