Why is it

that sometimes we can look at a situation objectively and see why a certain course of action would be a Really Incredibly Bad Idea, yet still want to pursue that course anyway? You can enumerate all the obvious ways in which it would damage you or someone you love, you can trace in your mind's eye the trajectory of each fragment of the metaphorical bullet you want to shoot out and see each metaphorical organ that would be punctured; and still you want to carry out the Really Incredibly Bad Idea, consequences be damned. Why is that? It's so clearly contra-survival, you wouldn't think the propensity to be so foolish would survive in the species after all these countless generations. What is up with that?

Oh, maybe it's just me. Maybe nobody else out there ever gets these deep irrepressible longings for something they know is bad for them.

::briefly ponders world history::

Nope, not just me.

(no subject)

I can slap my inner child's hand away from the button that would launch global thermonuclear war, but I can't get the kid to stop whining.

::cackle::

Something that I was afraid would only strengthen the urge to act on a Very Bad Idea turns out to be exactly what I needed. Sometimes when the sense of self-preservation isn't enough, the sense of the absurd comes to our rescue.