Cigarettes & Alcohol
I like the occasional drink and cigarette. I enjoy them but both these things are bad for me.
I do not like running, going to the gym or eating fish. But these things I know are good for me.
Why is the world built this way? All those things I enjoy will probably kill me one day. And all those things that might improve my life and keep me alive a little longer I do not enjoy.
The list goes on.
I enjoy pizza. The odd McDonald’s Big Mac or Burger Whopper with Cheese.
But I do not like parsnips. Or broccoli.
I like beer, whiskey and cigars.
I do not like running, yoga or rock-climbing. (I do like cycling, keeping generally fit, walking in the countryside, swimming in the sea, jet-skiing, skiing, sky-diving amongst other things – I am not a complete couch potato).
But some people must like these mundane foods and exercise. How is it that some people are born with an in-built need to do these things to themselves.
Whilst others, like me, seem to be born with a built in aversion to the downright boring.
Maybe it is upbringing. Maybe it is the school I went to. Or the town I grew up in. Is it my fault that I will probably die younger than someone who went to a better school? In a more prosperous town?
I’m fairly sure that it isn’t my fault.
But I’m fairly sure that I’m going to end up paying for it.