racinchikki Perhaps you should switch to decaf. Ouch.
Sorry I couldn’t resist that impulse. 
I resist the urge to buy junk food. Often, I pick it up in the store, weigh it in my hand, calculate the price per ounce, if it’s not already listed on the handy shelf card, then remind myself how much healthy food I could get for the same price, and how much longer it would last.
It actually makes it easier for me to resist Ben & Jerry’s, Frito-Lay, or whatever tempts me, if I go that far and then remind myself that the decision is mine, and I’m mature enough to make the right one.
“No food tastes as good as being healthy feels.”
“If you can’t control something as simple as the food you buy/eat, how can you control anything in your life?”
Everytime I see someone double or triple parked, I resist the urge to key their car. The nicer the car and the fewer parking spots left in the lot, the bigger the urge. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.
I resist the impulse to bite peoples fingers when they point at me. I’d have to say the hardest impulse to resist though is just leaving. Just walking/driving away from everything and not telling anyone where im going. This impulse gets real strong when im at work.
I resist the urge to carry around Funnoodles at Publix and whack people with them.
What the heck are Funnoodles?
Welcome, Spatula! Cool username.
To dougie_monty: What’s interesting to me about your post regarding your secret crush on Evelyn is that you were angry with her for a long time about having a boyfriend…but she never rejected you. For all you know, Evelyn and her boyfriend could have broken up the next day. Because you never had the courage or confidence to take a risk and ask her out…you’ll never know her answer. You are just assuming that she would reject you.
Working on the (perhaps mistaken) assumption that the OP was serious Bagkitty has two disturbing (possibly related) impulses which he has so far successfully resisted.
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Leaning over the railings of balconies in high rise buildings. I have this perverse urge to put my hips tight to the railing, then lean forward, and keep leaning until my center of gravity shifts.
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Throwing myself over pedestrian railings on bridges. The worst for this was the bridge where the Danforth crosses over the DVP and the Don Valley in Toronto (when I used to live there). You can hear the traffic on the DVP and the wind underneath the bridge. The perverse urge is to throw myself over the railing before the wind blows me over. Now this makes no sense, at 190lbs, bagkitty is no light-weight and it is going to have to be the storm of the century to actually blow me over the railing, but I perversely believe it is going to happen. The 10th Street bridge over the Bow River here in Calgary generates the same feeling.
Ick, even thinking about these impulses makes me uncomfortable.
I resist the urge to burn things. I think I’m about two matches short of being a pyromaniac.
Though sometimes I just can’t resist, and I burn a receipt that has my credit card number on it, telling myself that
if I don’t burn it, someone could get my number and charge stuff on my card. I don’t know how realistic that is, but
telling myself that makes me feel not so crazy about being so obsessed with fire.
I cannot resist the urge to tickle my 2 yr old and 4 year old. They know when I’m going to do it and make a big deal out of me chasing them. Then when I won’t do it, they beg me to do it and say, “Daddy, Tickle me!” … and I just can’t help myself.
There are other, darker, things I have urges for, but I won’t go into them now… TMI… 'nuf said.
I did the primal scream thing, but I was 13 or so and at a camp ground in the Florida Keys. And it was about 10 PM. Freaked my parents right out.
I got one tattoo about 7 years ago and have been fighting the vague urge to get another one since.
I successfully fought the urge to take a massage to the next level this weekend, but then again, I always do. :sigh: [sub]Damn scruples and morals.[/sub]
I fight the urge to just keep the gas to the floor and roll at top speed every time I get on the highway. I think I need to go to Speeders Anonymous.
I’ve got FU money now and I’ve been fighting the urge to use it.
There’s more, but I’m resisting the urge to post then right now.
I was working on the help desk for National Store Chain. I called one store to have them reboot a computer.
Me: “Hi, this is me, from Headquarters.”
Store person: “Headquarters? What is it?”
I resisted the urge to say,
“It’s a big brown building with a lot of windows, but that’s not important right now.”
Well, let’s just say it wouldn’t be only my reputation on the Board that would be messed up! Good thing DopeFests only last a day.
Resisting temptation builds character, right?
::Captain Kirk voice::
Feeling weak…must…do…something…
Daily, I resist the urge to throttle people when they are ridiculously late, making me even later. (As of right now, my boss is 2 hours late for a meeting with me. I should have been out of here by now!)
I also resist the urge to get a bb gun and shoot out the windows of people rolling past my apartment with their bass turned up so loud…
I also resist the urge to smack people that say the word “dude” as if it were my name. I’m a girl, dammit! 
I resist the urge to kick the sh*t out of a guy I work with that is always rude to me, regardless of the fact that I have never done anything to him.
I resist the urge to sit outside and smoke cigarettes all day, despite the fact that I have no work to do, and a pager if they need me.
I resist the urge to try skateboarding again. The last time I went, I got my board confiscated, and I broke all 9 bones in my ankle. (How’s that for a sign?)
I also resist the urge to throw the extremely hot pizza that I have in my hands on people that have asked me if their food was ready every two minutes for the last twenty minutes.
many, many at the dopefest.
I found the key to being able to resist temptation was to keep away, far, far away from the free flowing grape cordial and George.
As with most situations, Mikey, there is more to this than met the eye. I resisted the impulse to stare at Evelyn when her top was unbuttoned because, I like to think, I had some vestige of decency…
In fact, during the holidays after graduation, I visited Evelyn’s family–and that of another girl, mentioned in other posts–and I gave her a Christmas present: A week earlier I called her home and her mother gave me Evelyn’s sweater size.
The matter was wrapped up for me the holiday season a year later, when her younger brother told me Evelyn was married–and had just gone on her honeymoon. So far as I know she and her husband are still married; in December 1983 I sent them a card on their 15th anniversary.
I saw Evelyn maybe 3 or 4 times all told, after graduation in June 1967. Incidentally, her family and her husband’s are Catholic; I am not nor, to my knowledge, is anyone else in my family. We are from central Indiana; her family was from the area of Gary-Hammond, near Chicago.
In 1960, my older brother, younger sister, and I, were in a supermarket in Culver City. He was 12, I was 11, she was 9. We were in an aisle at one side of the store, where the condiments were displayed, when he said he’d like to take a small mustard jar off the shelf and pitch it over the shelves as far as he could throw–just to see if he could get away with it. :eek: So far as I know, he never tried.
LMAO That reminds me of earlier this day when my recently-turned wiccan sister yelled out “Holy Jesus McPhearson!” when she almost hit a car on the way home from checkers. Dont ask me why, it just did 
I had to resist slapping this annoying as hell girl who thought that sneak previews of movies werent actually the whole movie, and only a preview of the movie.
Sneak previews ARE the whole movie arent they…or is that just my own misconception? Haha, im pretty sure they are, if they’re not…im gonna feel pretty damn stupid soon
I was on a camping trip last year, and we had a big ol’ tent for six of us. One girl was too restless to sleep - she kept getting up and stumbling around, which kept me from dozing off. So when she finally got near my sleeping bag, I bit her hard on the ankle. She screamed and shot about three feet straight up, everyone else sat bolt upright and started yammering, and I nearly wet myself laughing.
I always want to bite people. I bite Mr. Seawitch fairly often - of course, he holds me down and blows into my nose. Ours is an exuberant household.
yes, biting people is strangely tempting…my sister used to bite me all the time