Sometimes I get a random urge to go shoot a gun.
Luckily, if I’m at home, I have a decent selection of guns and no close neighbors so I can just go outside and shoot.
If, however, I’m at work or in the car, I just have to ignore it.
I am not at all suicidal, but whenever I’m driving fast, I frequently fantasize about just jerking the wheel and driving off a bridge, or into a building or something. I think it’s just the fact that my life and well-being are so precariously balanced.
I’d also LOVE to roundhouse kick someone in the face. I’ve never been in a fight, can’t stand the thought of someone being in pain, let alone at my own hand (foot). But damn, would that ever be a satisfying feeling.
Whenever I’m near the edge of someplace high, I easily imagine myself jumping off. Its scary, one of these days I’ll be drunk or high or sleepy and I’ll actually do it. So I stay away from edges
I have a cop one as well. When I see a cop car I have this urge to just start running in the opposite direction to see what happens. Another that I do indulge in on occasion is if I’m walking down the street and a car is coming the other way, I wave to the driver like I know him. More often than not they wave back like they know me as well. Things I do to entertain myself.
Treis and Ibanez,
Have you played Grand Theft Auto? Because I get the same fleeting thoughts.
Since I saw The Stand, I have this urge when walking down the street to grab some one going in the opposite direction and yell to them “He’s coming for you, Larry! The man with no face!”
I have some of the ones mentioned already. I also want to go through stores and just push everything off the shelves and onto the floor. Or when I’m waiting in line, I want to pick up random objects, spin around and hurl them in whatever direction I feel like, without thought as to who might get hit by them.
Occasionally when I’m speaking to someone, I get the urge to haul off and hit them in the face as hard as I can. No reason. It’s never when I’m actually angry at them. Just having a conversation and the urge hits me to beat them down.
I worry that when my mental faculties start to slip, my impulse control will go and I’ll end up causing a lot of trouble.
From time to time I’ll be somewhere like a farm or stable where there is an electrified wire running across the top of the fence, to keep the animals off the fence line.
It’s all I can do to keep myself from touching the hotwire.
I got the urge one day to pick up my boss’s keyboard and hit him over the head with it, so I went with your plan instead.
Also, one of the server rooms at a place I worked (might have been Best Buy, maybe Target?) has a BIG. RED. BUTTON. on the wall. No label. Cable conduit going up into the ceiling.
Nobody knows what it does. Might set off a fire alarm, might set off the halon system, might kill the power to the room. Anybody’s guess.
Everybody who works there has a nearly overpowering urge to PUSH THE BUTTON.
Sometimes when I drive home at night, driving up the hill in an easterly direction, there is a big full moon in the sky. I wish I could push the accelerator to the floor and the car would rise up off the road and I would bypass my house and drive-fly to the moon.
Penetrate the evening that the city sleeps to hide?
It’s pretty much a staple of cop shows, but does this ever happen in real life? i.e - “bad guy” sees a cop coming, and just takes off? Seems totally counter productive to me - it would tip off the cop to you doing bad things when otherwise he may well have passed you by.
Another thing I amuse myself with is the plan to take out a $10 million insurance policy, and then off myself WITHOUT the suicide exclusion coming into play (i.e - making it look like an accident)
Whenevr I’m in a nice Italian restaraurant, I get the urge to talk and act like a Mafia boss.
I’m a voiceover actor and do lots of character voices, so maybe this isn’t such a weird urge (and when I GET the urge, I always DO it, which makes it different from some of these), but…
Frequently when I’m talking to a stranger (e.g. a cashier or something), I will put on a completely different voice – sometimes an accent, sometimes just a change in the timbre or the amount of growliness. Nobody ever gives me a look that implies they’re on to me.
I don’t know about that, but my sister was driving the family car around the parking lot and went on the road a bit, after her permit had expired. She saw a cop, and she stopped in the middle of the road–made it pretty obvious she was doing something illegal.
Of course, she’s not a hardened criminal. But others might not be either.
Here’s one I forgot.
I’m allergic to pain, hate it, avoid it like the plague, but…sometimes I really am curious how I’d do in a fight against myself. A clone that looks and thinks exactly like me, equal strength and equal everything, just fighting to the death. There are moves I’ve always wanted to try to see how well they’d work (probably not well at all) and I’ve always been curious how easily I can snap an arm if I really tried.
I get the urge to steal hats. Off of peoples heads. Any hat. People hate it but I can’t seem to help myself.
Hulk out.
I compulsion to pull raisins out of raisin bread. I really think it connects to some simian part of my brain that used to be responsible for pulling termites out of a termite hill.
I talk to other cars while I’m driving. When driving, I am holier than thou and can do no wrong, and love to point out the flaws in others.
I talk to other cars all the time:
What? No turn signal in your new BMW?
What are you thinking?
Oh no, you don’t. I am here.
C’mon, wake up, the light is green!
Let’s go, quit lolly-gaggin’ and get a move on, you’re in my way!
I can do no wrong. I am holier than thou! 