What is wrong with me. No, this isn't a question.

I never fail to surprise myself.
And kick myself in the shin, in the process.

Five minutes ago(Strangely):
Right this instant; I’m fuelled by an urge to act inappropriate.
I wonder if it’s the lunch I ate, or a sunny afternoon spent on the terrace at work or the violence of bright colors I spent the evening with. Or perhaps, just another Friday night?

Five minutes later (Thankfully):
Victim far out of reach.
Mission aborted.

Moral: The world jumps to my rescue in a moment of weakness.