You didn't have it when you pulled that ill-fated stunt right at the waters edge... crashing your kite the short distance downwind into pedestrians, parked cars, and the roadway. The fact that you missed the toddler and the moving car was truly luck.
"Impulse Control"
I had it when I wanted to cut your lines free from the parked cars' exhaust pipe... but rather I untangled them.
"Impulse Control"
I had it when your lame "sorry mate" (for the nice big scrape on the roof of my car) infuriated me so much that your face instantly became a target to be hit... but rather I walked away.
"Impulse Control"
It was in short supply at Altona yesterday evening; two kites wrapped around pedestrians, cars, and trees within 15 minutes of each other. Cause? Not being able to control the impulsion to do that one last trick in the last few feet of water.