George Jones. The man deserves to be his own sentence, as he is a noun and a verb together. I say that because his legendary line of actions, right and wrong, can almost stand for a type of action: doing the impulsive wrong thing. I set that up, because I believe a lot of people George Jones all the time, myself included: staying awake to watch that last Family Guy of the night (1:30a Central during Adult Swim) rather than going to bed reasonably; declaring your actual feelings about someone rather than letting decorum dictate your actions; going out with the crazy girl rather than the sane one because you know that the ride might be rougher, but the sex will be good; and on and on we go.
Is it better to have George Jonesed and lost than to never have George Jonesed at all? That question always leads me to George Jones first and wonder why later.
It is that very situation in which I find myself currently: stay in Hattiesburg and do the reasonable action, such as Stats practice problems, work on a website for an Instructional Technology class (which will suck), and continue reading “All the President’s Men” OR do what George Jones might do and go to Jackson to see Lord T and Eliose @ Martin’s, check out some crazy, hot broads that I have no chance of sleeping with, and hang out with the one and only Jack Anderson.
Staying in Hattiesburg is the sane answer. However, one only goes around once, and the sane choice is most often the one that is the least satisfying. I still have not completely decided what to do, but I am leaning toward George Jones. Tune in later to find out.