A piece of popcorn got jarred between my teeth and I damn near fainted.
My impulsivity scares me. I'm scared about maximizing this life but also surprisingly envigorated. I want to do a lot of weird stuff. I want to laugh HARD. I want to go at high speeds. I want to gather a group of strangers and have a meditative session. I want to locate all the missing pets in my neighborhood (apparently there is lots).