Full Speed Ahead

Wait: To stay in a place or remain inactive or in anticipation until something expected takes place.

I'm not very good at waiting for things to happen of their own accord. I'm more predisposed to charge into the future like a rhinoceros on amphetamines. I want to get out there and see what happens, and I want to get out there FAST. Patiently waiting for the timing to be right is not in my genetic make-up. I'm built for speed and impulsiveness and quick action. I'm all fast-twitch muscles. Fast cars, fast women, fast food, fast riffs. Fast, fast. fast.

I find that are meeting rooms are staffed with a lot of the most Type-A-ish of the Type-A personalities. This isn't necessarily a bad thing. Alcoholics are talented, motivated people and we get a lot done. If you feel like you have ants in your pants and bugs crawling under your skin and your ass AND your hair is on fire, you get a lot done. The problem is that a lot of the time we try to figure out things all on our own, which is necessarily a bad thing. While we may be good at action, we are not good at thinking. Our thinkers are broke. Our minds are in a bad neighborhood. FIRE! Ready. Aim, is how we go about things.

I will never in my life be someone who can sit around. I like new experiences and challenges and things to do. I want to try new foods and go different places and say whatever comes to my mind to see how people react. I spent my whole life sitting around, drunk and stoned, in bars, in front of TV sets, lying on my couch wondering why things weren't different. I'm not going to do that anymore. I'm going to give life a whirl. Am I going to make mistakes? You bet. I tried stuffed tripe in a seaside restaurant in a little town in France once. It was revolting.

It tasted like pig intestines.