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.
Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.
The first time I realized other people had these thoughts too I was standing against the railings of a cruise ship staring into the dark waters. Another person from our group came over and we were quiet for a while. She then turned to me and said, “this is weird but do you ever like think, I could throw someone over the edge and they’d probably never be found,” and then she looked up at me.
I was quiet for a moment. Then, “thank god you were thinking that, too. I thought I was just being creepy!”
And we laughed and went back inside.