I am not an incredibly impulsive person, or at least I never used to be. When I was in high school, I would plan out my essays in advance, I would schedule dinner plans at least a week away so it wouldn’t be difficult to adjust, and I would always double-check with friends to make sure we had everything squared away for a party.
However, when the opportunity presented itself, I decided to take that leap and be impulsive. So I applied to a few different universities in UK, only to be pleasantly surprised to find out that I had been accepted to a few different universities.
I didn’t think about it that much, but I humoured my parents by going to see a few college campuses within driving distance. I had already made my decision though. Instead of giving it extra thought and weighing my options, and had decided then and there that I wanted to get my Bachelors in a different country.
That is where the impulsive decisions started, and they have not slowed since. I have had my fair share of stress shopping in the past 6 months, as well as made an appointment to add a new tattoo to my collection. My responsibilities have been pushed to do other things that I find slightly more entertaining, like playing video games until 4 in the morning when I should be studying for my next NCTJ exam.
My impulsiveness has only fueled the terrible cycle of procrastination as well. To the point where I stayed up for 41 hours straight trying to finish my essays so I could relax in the days before deadlines. At the beginning of each term, I tell myself not to push things off, and to get it all done as soon as possible, but last-minute panic seems to give me a bit of an adrenaline rush.
I think I learned my lesson with 40+ hours of no sleep though. I definitely don’t recommend it, but old habits die hard. I have grown a little more impulsive to fuel my Uni experience of going out, having a good time, ordering pizza, and enjoying the 18-year-old drinking age.
Even with the extra sense of adventure and rise of impulsive actions, I have been enjoying my time in a new country, and wouldn’t go back to change that first impulsive decision I made a year and a half ago.