Humans are odd creatures. We deliberately make bad choices. We deliberately act against our sown elf-interest.
We know what the better choices are, we know the discomfort of abandoning our self-destructive and harmful behaviours is manageable and yet, we persist in proceeding down dead-end paths. Addictions, neuroses, negative thoughts, and negative acts abound.
We set aside reality and pretend our lives are at the mercy of external forces, at the mercy of someone or something else.
We are at the mercy of things that are not in our control often enough.
Why then do we abrogate our efficacy in the spheres where it exists and in areas where it matters?
Then again, we’re the species that came up with the turducken and the cherpumple, so maybe expecting good choices to be the default setting is setting the bar too high?
From Famine to Feast. 
I hadn’t heard of the cherpumple before. That’s pretty weird.
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Thanks for sharing, your post was a tasty snack for my brain to chew on.
Perhaps our “choices” are akin to bees and hummingbirds to nectar; the flower’s choice as much as the creature’s choice and both completely rational and irrational at the same time.
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That’s an exceptional metaphor 🙂
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Thanks, have a wonderful day, humming bird person 🙂
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I think we stay with whats comfortable and known to avoid feeling vulnerable.
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True. Vulnerability is hard and uncomfortable.
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You sometimes hear the phrase get comfortable with being uncomfortable but that’s a tough pill to swallow (not literally).
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It really is. I hate leaning in.
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Cherpumple… Somehow I am not surprised…
I did have a fried Snickers bar for the first time yesterday, though.
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