Feelings

I don't like how feelings work. They are sneaky. You never see them coming. You become aware of them once they're already inside your kitchen getting the last bar of Cadbury Dairy Milk Fruit & Nut from your refrigerator. They don't knock. They come uninvited.

They are manipulative. They cause you to act in ways contrary to how you would act had your mind taken over. Worse, they bully away your rationality by saying that they would make fine and better reasons for action. And they don't even talk!

They refuse to be controlled. Enough said.

They demand that you pay attention. Attention is one of the things you don't give indiscriminately. You'd want to be in control of what you spend your time on, thank you very much. Here come your feelings. Like an untied shoelace, they have to be dealt with.

They feign innocence. They have this mechanism of convincing you that what you did was justified/right/acceptable. It will work, I tell you. Then once you've finally come to your senses, you look back at them, but you will not be able to blame them for what just happened because they appear so... Uncorrupted.

They mess with your defenses. You use your head to build your walls so that distractions may
not find their way in. You have feelings, leading strangers and enemies into secret passageways you did not even know existed.

Still, they manage to make up for all these acts of mischief - without meaning to, for sure.

You begin to see the need for a better wall. You learn to blame yourself for your decision, not the circumstance or the influence that led to your making it. You get to review your priorities, and maybe find out why you keep on tripping. You deem the importance of wisely controlling those which you can, as you are humbled by those which you cannot. You now know better than letting your feelings get the best of you.

You remember to lock your doors.