Ever swear that you aren't going to engage in a certain behavior again? Ever get stressed out, dissociate, and leave your meat husk for a while? Ever suddenly come back into your bod and brutally realize that... you just did the thing you swore you would not? "MF me." 

Why does that happen? Today, I'm taking an evolutionary physiology guess, provoked by my own inexplicable anti-self misbehavior. Looking at our double-brained approach to life and the ways it undermines our best intentions.

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