Too-many-thoughts, none of them sensible!
My mind has a thing against the concept of self-preservation, it absolutely refuses to acknowledge it, leading to inevitable stink-holes that I regularly find myself in.
Choice is overrated. Period. Also, funny thing this life is, I kid you not.
Inertia has me in a fierce Undertaker-ish choke hold. And as my mind was busy dishing out snooty looks back when Self-preservation 101 was being expounded, I am miserably failing at recognizing the imminent danger.
I have almost fixed the title of my autobiography: “Dummy’s Guide to err… well, Avoid being a Dummy”. Yes the ‘err’ and the ‘…’ are part of the title.