It amuses me to no end, that people just won’t stop looking when they see something disgusting, or stop doing something when they know it’s horrible…
(Well, actually, there are a few nut cases that do stop, but this isn’t about them!)
I think there’s an inane curiosity among us. To find out stuff that we either know we shouldn’t be looking at (*), or just to explore how much more you can take.
Only that can explain the popularity of web sites such as Rotten and Adequacy. Or how teenagers (or what is it now, eight- and nine-year-olds?)come to know about sex, and masturbation. Which is still kind of okay, but how do you account for pure disgust?
Is it a competition of some sort?
And after a time you get desensitized. You need something all the more powerful. Every single time. And yet you want to do it… Find out how much more you can take it.
Peeking down your best friends top (assuming it’s a gal)… Is that disgusting? Or are you one of those who love pain? Or is it catching someone dig their nose? What sets you on? Or off? What’s your trigger?
It’s everywhere. Sleep deprived as I am, I’d still one last story on /. or watch that one last episode of House. Or post to this blog. Somehow I will always manage to convince myself that I’ll take care of whatever it is to be done tomorrow, and most times, I do. But why this urge to see how less I can sleep?
Is it temptation?
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(*) = On a larger perspective, who decides what we should look at, and what we should do?
[This is a repost, since the original post was eaten by Blogger. No donuts for you as well. 
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