There’s this idea of evolutionary psychology where the conscience brain sits on top of the unconscious brain.
When the ability to carry out biological imperatives align, the lesser brain activates.
As that access is accessed and the conscience realizes those exercised options are not real nor gold as painted in thought, one then wanders regret.
Where wanting to return to what was good, honest and real once bored with satiety. It deepens ones understanding that love is a choice. A decision one makes and sticks to. Where if broken, it breaks a heart and there is no going back to what once was.
So in that note…
Let me be frank in the most polite form…
You can go fuck yourself.
(crediting Harold of Everton Media for his input in a recent discussion)
(Quote by -Lord Acton)
Decem Millennium 