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?