Just read on Gawker about a woman who climbed into a zoo’s giraffe pen and got kicked in the face by a giraffe named Wally – plus fined 686 bucks.
Why would anyone do that? Her answer: “I love giraffes.”
I kind of get it. Not the giraffe love, I’m totally indifferent to giraffes. They’re fine, I can just take or leave them.
But the weird urge thing, that part I get.
Today, I was in line at a cafe on University that sells hot breakfast from steam trays. I had the strongest urge to ball up a napkin and toss it over the sneeze guard into the organic scrambled eggs with chorizo. And I also wanted to throw one into the French toast.
When asked why I did it, I would say, “I love breakfast.”
I didn’t do it, though.
I also sometimes, in bed at night, have an urge to bark like a dog. Or yell. I’m not kidding. I don’t do that, because Steven would wake up and commit me to a place where everyone barks and yells.
This urge makes me wonder if I have Tourrette’s. But I don’t, because if I did, I wouldn’t be able to control the urge. Right?
Or maybe the urges themselves are a symptom.
Shit, now I need to look that up – can you “come down” with Tourette’s?
Next thing you know, I’ll be eating French toast and barking in a giraffe pen. Great.
Do you get weird urges (that you, of course, don’t fulfill?)
TELL ME IN THE COMMENTS.