Stick this in your eye!

Not pencils, but I've had such thoughts while driving cars, usually after 400 miles or so, but the "What would it be like to drive this thing over that embankment?" thought would pop up.

I'd stop for a diet Coke.

Yep, that's the thought. Not something I share with my passengers, though.

only once with a bike. BUT, In my defense, it took a lot of chemistry, ethanol, and a rotting marriage to get me there.

Yeah, I was looking at a computer and I siad "I bet I could make a site".

Craven, LOL.

You think that's bad? I really got self-destructive when I said: "And I bet it could be an interactive community!"

Thing with Craven is - he went ahead and did it. Mostly, people just entertain the thought.

Sobering thing when you let yourself ponder about how many people are thinking that very thing as they come toward you in their cars, though - and knowing that some of them are gonna be very depressed...

This is one of the reasons why thinking is so bad for you.

Anyway, anyone who would commit suicide in such a mean way is a beast - imagine doing such a thing to some other poor person!

Damn Deb. Trying to ruin my Friday?

< at the time I had no idea that it would be like sticking a pencil in my eye and out the other >

It's THAT bad?

\l/
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A similar fantasy to these is the one where, when one is young and eminently rassleable by police, one says what one has bubbling up in one's brain.

I had friends who did that - one of them, a naughty, drug-dealing, biker man, with heaps of mystique and one of the cleverest men I ever knew - but with a death wish - said, when pulled over on his Ducati in the middle of nowhere in country new South Wales (always known to have the most corrupt, meanest cops in Australia)
by a motor cycle cop (the meanest of the mean) and asked "Where's the fire?" - "In your eyes, Officer" , and batted the long lashes adorning his huge brown eyes seductively.

The results in terms of the look on the copper's face, he said, were ALMOST worth the painful beating in the little country lock-up that night, and the made-up charges in front of the magistrate the next day.

THAT is jumping off a cliff!

Yup. But it's really good sometimes too.

Phew...like when you stop jamming the pencil in your eye, and such?

Yup.

"Why are you banging your head against the wall?"

And such.

Such stories are much better heard than lived, I think.

I often do the "what if I ran this car right into that tree" thing, too. Then I take a deep breath and smile because I suddenly appreciate life a little more.

I do! I think I've even had the pencil (not Scooby Doo) in the eye spasm. And the car into a tree or over a cliff spasm. But, usually it's more of a running leap belly flop onto the bed or a tackling the dog kind of spasm.

I must admit to being more the "if this magazine/newspaper was rolled up tightly enough, it would definitely classify as a weapon" kind of person, especially on the subway. Suckers....actually reading their newspapers rather than making them into weapons....oops, that's the feds at the door.

Cav, ha! I think that about icicles. "It would just melt..."

After a long day of skiing, my mind is full of such tumbling, twisting,
turning, jumping, ramp off, duck down, upside down, off the rock, between kind of thoughts...

that when I go out someplace like the video rental store
and see that wide expanse of carpet, two cartwheels long,
the rack against the side wall with a foothold five feet in the air
and the patch of clear space over the other rack just big enough
to land head-first, somersault, handspring up backwards to where
my friend is standing ....

ooh, the urge, the space itself, the compulsion, the visuals are so clear
that I really could...






(so I do!)

Well, once anyways. I wouldn't recommend it.