On being impulsive

I had a long talk with my dear friend Sean last night about his cautiousness and my lack thereof. He spends days, weeks, lifetimes weighing the pros and cons of what he should do. When he asks me for advice, I'm prone to say things like, "Jesus Christ, just ask her our already." and "Run, very quickly. She sounds like a nutjob." He fears making a wrong decision. I fear NOT making a wrong decision, and then playing the What if game for the rest of my life and thinking something might have been beautiful, when in fact, it was doomed. I would rather live the doom and know I didn't miss out on anything.

Of course, sometimes I dive headfirst into inch-deep water. That's not so fun. I refuse to change, though.