Spontaneously Irrational

I've been re-evaluating a lot of things lately. I'm suddenly starting to become more motivated to read and write again, which is a pleasant alternative to what I've been doing recently.

For some reason I really want to learn how to snowboard, but I'm really afraid of doing anything that requires having good coordination and tremendous heights. I tried to snowboard once and I couldn't bring myself to do it. It's one of those childhood fears you return to later in life and attempt to face, and I'm considering moving on to that stage eventually.

Sometimes I find amusement/curiosity in personifying God as an average man on Earth. I wonder what he would look like, or what words he would say, and if he would studder at all when he was nervous. If God wore pants, would he need a belt? What would be inside his pockets? To think about the contents in God's pockets seems pretty sacrileges but even so, there's no harm in having an imagination.

I can't decide if I'm irrationally spontaneous or spontaneously irrational. Either way, I am both irrational and spontaneous.