Sometimes...
I think I want things, I think these things will somehow improve my life and make me a happier, more whole person. These "things" range from a television set to designer clothing to children. In general, I realize that I really don't want these things and usually even come to understand that these things would make me less happy rather than more so (as is ESPECIALLY the case with children). Today, I thought wanted to eat a lot of pistachios. And I ate them. And I was right, it did make my life that much worse.