It's just a state of mind.

It's like every word I'd ever heard was bouncing around in my head, echoing in a massive, empty room that only I stood in. So many of their words I choose to ignore, thinking I knew better, that I had a grasp and control of this situation. I've played the pawn to my desires. I'm weak to it, and I let go; thinking, perhaps, that I would get some joy or ecstasy out of it...but it never works out that way. It always comes back to where it began, and the error of your ways sits before you, and you've got a choice of trying something different...but you don't do it, do you. Insanity. That's what we are. That's what I am. Insane to expect different outcomes from the same approach. Insane....huh....Sadly not as surprising as it should be.