It's simple, really - I'm nowhere near intelligent. Logic tells me this, and if I can't rely on logic for answers, the whole system breaks down. I recognize now that, illogical though it may be, I like things that are bad for me: flighty women, Bruce Willis movies, encyclopedia-thick burgers, beer with little umbrellas, the Jets.
But I've turned more bitter, of late. Inwardly. I'm starting to wonder if I've made bad choices in my life. I'm going to have to think about it more, but I may just have to give up Bruce Willis movies,