Thoughts and Actions

I couldn't think of a title for this one yet, so I figured I'd hunt for one later. I think, oftentimes, about what I'm doing. It isn't that I obsess over the physical action, I rarely do that. I get trapped in my head thinking about the purpose of my actions.

It's an odd sense of guilt. Impulse. I mean, sure, you could tell yourself you aren't going to eat the last slice of cake...but you'll do it anyway. Why do we do the things we do? There's usually a motive, isn't there?

People often say they're bored. Boredom. That doesn't exist, and neither does laziness. It is the lack of something that provokes us. I just worry about what I'm lacking, that thing, that urges me to do certain things in its place. Then comes the intrusive thoughts, the ones no one talks about, that everyone has.

It's the sort of thoughts that linger at 2 AM, and never go away, no matter how many times you toss and turn.

It's the thoughts you don't act on.

That leads me to wonder about the things that we do. Like, is there some formula here? Are these moral choices our own, or something predetermined by society?

Why do we say no to some things and yes to others?

We argue that age plays a role in this. Sure, development of the brain and whatnot, but I know plenty of adults that should've lost their license by now. I know adults who probably should put down the beer. I know plenty of adults that, dare I say, shouldn't cheat on their wives? (I'm glad that last one isn't family-related, sweet Jesus).

So, what determines these things then? Sure, the law, but how effective is it? I'm sure a few good psychopaths wouldn't care what they say.

I suppose if I keep questioning, I'll just keep spiraling. I'll let this post be open ended. For now, I'll just sit here and...decide what to do after posting this. I'm not even quite sure I'm making any sense right about now.