Why do we knowingly make self-defeating decisions?
Is it the comfort in the disappointment?
That old familiar friend, self-hate
waiting within our ear to whisper,
“Why not? You know you want to. You might as well. You are already thinking it.”
So you do.
Acting as though you are more clever than poor choices,
while you make them.
And then afterwards
that same voice hisses,
“You fool. You knew better. Aren’t you smarter than that?”