Logic Loses to Passion

In my life I have come across certain situations in which I could see potentially disastrous results of actions before I engaged in them. For instance, when I was in the 4th grade some kid and I had been arguing and calling each other names. He sucker punched me and ran over and stood next to the teacher watching recess for protection. Logically, I knew trying to do anything to him right in front of a teacher would get me in a lot of trouble especially because it was an overt disregard for authority (which I usually respected… sorta). Instead I charged straight toward the kid as he stood there confidently with an insolent grin on his face and slugged him as hard as I could in the head. I, of course, got in a lot of trouble and I think I may have been suspended. Actually, now that I think back on it, I think I was suspended a lot in grade school. Probably three or four times. I also was suspended once in junior high before I cleaned up my act. Perhaps I wasn’t quite the quiet and respectful kid I envision myself as. Oh well, I have gotten completely off topic. Anyways, my point is that though my brain operates at a high level and tells me what the consequences of my actions are, occasionally my heart disregards the advice and does what it needs to do.