Just some idle curiosities.

Isn't it funny how, sometimes, we turn away from the things we want the most? Oh, I know. How original. But really, it's been occupying far too much of my time lately, thinking about how and what makes us abandon the daydreams of another time. For most of us, it's simply that we realize we don't desire such things or events or people anymore. To do so would go against whomever we've become at that point. But what about those times when we decide not to pursue that job we've always wanted or maybe shut out a husband just because he was fucking the butcher's daughter? I mean what makes us apply for another job or pull that knife from our purse and try to carve up some slabs of fresh meat du jour? The manager at Minsky's, my fourth husband and I would really like to know.