Intrusive Thoughts
Intrusive Thought: CUT A MULLET, BITCH.
Me: What?
Intrusive Thought: The scissors are in the drawer on the right in the bathroom. Get up and go get them.
Me: Hey, no. Cutting your own hair is a really bad idea.
Intrusive Thought: Go cut a mullet.
Me: I’m working right now.
Intrusive Thought: I know.
Me: Why do you do this?
Intrusive Thought: If you don’t go cut your hair right now, nothing will change. You’ll stay the same as you’ve been for the past seven years with long hair.
Me: I’m not cutting my own hair. You are insane.
Intrusive Thought: You used to be punk.
Me: Wait, what?
Intrusive Thought: You used to just do what you wanted to, including cutting your own hair. You cut your own hair for years.
Me: Fuck you.
Intrusive Thought: Fuck you, you stopped cutting your hair when you got a divorce- you freak, the scissors are in the drawer on the right.
Someone on Instagram corrected me and said this is a demonstration of IMPULSIVE thinking.. and nothing like the INTRUSIVE thinking I get when I see a set of knives or a dog near the road.
TO BE CLEAR!!!!!!
xo
I have intrusive thoughts that tell me to shave my head. My hair has gotten super thin and falls out like crazy because of...hormones? Age? Faulty genetics? Systemic disease yet to be diagnosed??? And so at least twice a year I spend too much time after I wash my hair arguing with the voice in my head about shaving it. I was never punk, so I would look like I was fully having a break with reality if I shaved it. I’m not wearing my glasses, but this at least does not look like a break with reality so well done you!