No one has ever described me as "edgy." I've never been mistaken for a spontaneous, fly-by-night, free spirit.
This used to really bother me because I thought I wanted to be one of those super fun, yellow personalities who woke up in the morning without a care in the world. Whose life was dictated on a moment to moment time scheme and deadlines just didn't exist. I thought that would really be the LIFE.
As the years have passed I've realized that's just not me. I make plans. And I execute. That's just who I am.
However, in the passed week I've really been stepping out into a dangerous realm, a place filled with frightening possibilities. A place where the unknown and harmful could happen at any second without me even realizing. And guess what? I'm not doing a thing to try to extricate myself from this situation. See:
Oh, what? You can't see what's going on here? Let me give you a better angle.
It's been there for over a week and I keep daringly sitting on it even though I'm well aware of the calamity that may ensue. Thrilling, no?