My friend told me this morning that I am not a spontaneous person. There is no remedy for a lack of spontaneity in a person. In actively trying to be spontaneous, one becomes inevitably less spontaneous. So, instead of futilely trying to make my personality more spontaneous I have devised a list of the many spontaneous tasks I completed this week.
Monday: I turned the black pen only in Ancient History notebook rule into more of a guideline when I wrote for an entire double lesson in blue biro.
Tuesday: While home sick I read the entire G section of the dictionary, just for the hell of it.
Wednesday: Recklessly made the decision to wear a dark green hair tie rather than school approved colours of purple or white.
Friday: On impulse decided to purchase a large, iced muffin from the tuckshop.
Saturday: Wrote this blog.
|How I felt after my spontaneous week.|
Coming or resulting from a natural impulse or tendency; without effort or premeditation; natural and unconstrained; unplanned. Clearly my outrageous life epitomises dictionary.com’s definition of the adjective, I will continue living life on the edge until I get arrested.