Many ways to describe a broken mess

I have faults. Not going to sugar coat it. We all know about my manic depressive nature. When the mania manifests itself, as I predict it's doing right now, I don't need sleep. I crave intimacy and attention. I'm desperately needy. It's not necessarily a negative thing. I'm not angry or hot-headed. I'm confident and conspiratorial and unscripted.

The texts call it "impulsive." Tending to act without thought. Thing is, I don't see it as not thinking. I weigh the moment for its merits. And usually do or say what I feel. It seems to be a choice. Maybe the moment it stops being a choice, that's when I should worry. (I could really use a filter.)

For now, I like some of the "impulsive" sister words better.

capricious
devil-may-care
emotional
fanciful
impetuous
instinctive
intuitive
passionate
spontaneous
whimsical

Care to join me in a fanciful whimsy?

At the moment, my impulse is to ditch work and go home to sleep. Give it a few more cups of coffee.

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