Oh god thank fucking christ.
I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.
so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!
Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done
The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide“ in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.
I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.
See also: An urge to jump affirms the urge to live (or an easier-to-read version here)
Oh hey..so I’m not completely out of it for thinking the traffic one.
One time I was smoking happy tiger (spice) and I was in the kitchen getting a plate to make some food and just as I went to shut the dishwasher door my little sister went to get a spoon and I was like “I could have cut her fucking arm off” and I felt like a horrible person. omg.
