If they only knew what we were thinking...

[Patryn]

So I was sitting at work today with that attractive friend I mentioned last night. We were just locking up and chatting, and he was leaning against the door. Suddenly, completely unbidden, the thought crept into my mind "Hmm...I wonder what he'd do if I just jumped him right here."

He, of course had no knowledge of this (I don't think). I had no intention of actually doing it, but my mind has a mind of its own it seems.

Or have you ever been standing behind someone in the grocery line and just have a sudden urge to push them? You wouldn't actually do it, but where the hell do these things come from? Our Id?

Anyone else care to share their nasty little thoughts?

 

[Mr_Neb]

Oh most definitely!

I don't think I've had that thought with a perfect stranger (I've had other thoughts though) because that seems more like rape. But with people I've known, sure. You always wonder if they have had those thoughts too.

Also, if I see a extremely attractive woman, dressed very classy and sexy, I sometimes wonder if she is really as good as she looks!

Neb

 

[Sparky Kronkite]

My hunch is -

My strong hunch is that maybe he had more of a clue than you think - but maybe not.

I would always say, "do the dive." Dive on'em.

With rare exception a favorable response will ensue.

I wish more women would leave all that old shit behind and I don't suggest to "act like men," but I do wish that they'd take the initiative, as men have (for the most part) in the past.

I believe that with the relatively recent (past 40 years or so) women's movement - a resultant "movement toward center" has occurred for both the sexes. More men are shyer around women than before and more women are bolder.

I feel that until the heterosexual playing field is totally equal - day to day life, work life, child rearing and all kinds of other things with traditional sexual roles will remain akilter. And ultimately unequal.

If your average woman - in your average upper income corporate job - could simply walk into the board room and say, "How's it hanging dudes?" And then (after the meeting of course) get one guy to the side and say, "Let's get a drink for happy hour." With a wink in her eye. AND THEN BRAG ABOUT IT THE NEXT DAY IN THE SAME CONFERENCE ROOM!!! And nobody, man or woman in that room has a problem with it - then that's equality. And that equality will transfer to work power and salary too.

 

[LusicousLionness]

 

[morgainefairy]

I recently had a discussion w/ a friend regarding if 'they' were to ask for volunteers to transmit thoughts to video or whatever medium. Without hesitation I say....hell, no!
I'd be put away for life.
No I've never thought to push the person in line in front of me, but I do wish I had the guts to walk on a person's car that is in the crosswalk.

 

[CreamyLady]

I've given in to impulses on several occasions. I've enjoyed each one, whether it was dialing a phone number given to me by someone I'd just met, making love in a grove of trees in a park in Dublin, shoving someone out of my way at graduation -- some worthy, some unworthy, but I try to act on them!

 

[Sparky Kronkite]

Sometimes I wonder -

If true artistry is just that - totally speaking from the heart (or mind). The physical stuff - like walking on cars (although I've done it) you can't do. But actually - in flagrant disregard for all those who you hold dear - you can say anything you want - particularly in printed word. And I wonder if "the best" art is from the heart?

 

[April]

I often have strange impulses. But thankfully, my internal critic usually stops me from doing them.

 

[Sparky Kronkite]

Maybe -

One's "internal critic" are actually heart strings - binding what might be very, very interesting (art?) if let free?????

 

[April]

Most of my impulses are mean and cruel. That's why they don't get acted upon. One of them was to drive my car headfirst into a tree. I don't call that art. They're just destructive, mean things. The ones that are nice, I let loose on. Like holding open doors and such.

 

[Never]

I don't do things on impulse; but in the future I plan to.

 

[Sparky Kronkite]

Yep...

I agree, I don't think art is crashing your're own car with you in it. Hope you don't think that often. And what of the tree? I thought we were speaking about "the printed word."

 

[April]

Re: Yep...

And what of the tree? I thought we were speaking about "the printed word."

Were we? I must have missed that. And no, I don't have that impulse anymore.

Darn spelling mistakes.

 

[Sparky Kronkite]

I'm a horid speller -

Add to this my dyslexia and scatter mind-set and... Well you can imagine. I have to compose in my regular e-mail, spell check it and then cut and paste to here. It sucks. Lucky I took typing (yes that may show my age) in 8th grade or I wouldn't even attempt this. As for "those" impulses - I guess everyone has them now and again. Just don't need them recurring much. My personal favorite is the impulse is to "just leave." You know? Get up and go - start a new life - a new identity. But alas - too much to loose. Sparky has some kind of real life that's too big to leave.

 

[Cheyenne]

Re: My hunch is -

If your average woman - in your average upper income corporate job - could simply walk into the board room and say, "How's it hanging dudes?" And then (after the meeting of course) get one guy to the side and say, "Let's get a drink for happy hour." With a wink in her eye. AND THEN BRAG ABOUT IT THE NEXT DAY IN THE SAME CONFERENCE ROOM!!! And nobody, man or woman in that room has a problem with it - then that's equality. And that equality will transfer to work power and salary too.

Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee. Oh wait, you WERE kidding, right?

 

[Xander]

To quote The Ark. "It takes a fool to remain sane"

When that's said. I've had sudden urges, standing in line in the supermarket, or any place for that matter. never acted on them, on impulse. But I might have pursued it on a later date

Doesn't everybody have those little dirty nasty thoughts all of the sudden?
Watching a drop dead gorgeous woman walking down the street, and suddenly I feel like breaking into a song "OOohhh Pretty woman.....walking down the street...pretty woman..." You get the idea.

Funny enough have those crazy impulses grap you. Almost to a point where it takes a lot to resist them.

Maybe I should just act on it next time it happens hehehe

 

[Endlessly]

My evil impulses very rarely have to do with other people. I mean, without even being the slightest bit depressed, I'll look over the edge of a 20-story up railing and have an urge to jump off, just to experience the fall.

As far as this evil libido of mine goes, (and this sounds weird) I constantly wonder when talking to guys, "What would he do if I just dropped to my knees and gave him the blowjob of his life without warning?" Whether I've known the guy 5 years or 5 minutes, or never actually spoke to him, it's a thought that passes through my mind more than you might think.

Especially in church. I'm going straight to hell.

 

[Sparky Kronkite]

Sorry -

I don't think either of those impulses are evil.

 

[lilfrk]

I work in a hospital and the urge I get the most has to do with one doctor. I get this huge urge to untie his scrub pants, yank them down, drop to my knees and take him in my mouth. I wonder what he would sound like, feel like, and taste like. Thank God he or the rest of the people can't tell what I'm thinking.

 

[Sparky Kronkite]

Leave him a secret note;

(Say in the note) - I want to..... blah, blah, blah - (then say) - just ask who you think, might've had the courage to write such a note.... and if you happen to ask me.... I'll admit to it.

If he's askin' (no matter who to) he wants what is written on the note. If he asks you - he wants you.

It's worked on me and for me.

 

[KillerMuffin]

****THIS IS NOT A PLEA FOR ADVICE ON HOW TO HANDLE THE SITUATION****

I had that problem with the assistant coach on the high school football team Patryn. Oooooooooooooooo that man was entirely too hot for his own good and he wore the tightest shorts he could get away with. If he had any idea what I was thinking when I smiled vapidly up in his direction when he taught pe, well, he'd either run screaming the other way, or we wouldn't have been seen for a few weeks.