Musings

It's strange, I think, how utterly incapable people are of controlling themselves. It doesn't even matter if they do know better. Or perhaps it's just that I've never ever met anyone who could, myself included. I wonder what someone would be like if they actually were able to leave things that they wanted and not reach for them, out of an understanding that it was better not to reach for them. Not for a day or a month, but forever. Would such a person be boring? Or monstrous? Or perhaps both?