Nobody does what’s good for them and even if they do, they certainly don’t enjoy it.
Have you ever considered how fucking astonishing babies crying is?
The young of other animals don’t make noise, or if they do, barely any at all. Baby birds only start chirping when their parents come back with the food, kittens meow to their mothers because cat communication is extremely subtle and drawing your caretaker’s attention may require a sound when you have eight siblings. At this point, they can already see and walk.
But human babies? Crying is essentially the first willful action that they learn. Months before being able to move on your own, or even hold your own fucking head up, or being able to choose when and where you defecate. Before anything else, a skill more valuable than anything else, is a distress call.
A distress call specifically intended to be impossible to ignore.
Before object permanence or theory of mind, without even an understanding of what help they need, who could provide it, and whether they choose to do so, a human being is capable of expressing that there is something wrong in the state they are in, that they are powerless to correct on their own.
This is what was evolutionarily selected above silent babies that did not attract predators. This is what was selected instead of young who could instantly walk. This is what was selected as the ideal offspring for the human race. Not one that runs. Not one that hides. Not one that can fend for itself. A creature that can communicate, if only the simplest, most inherent message:
I need help.
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Just got out of the session with my therapist. Apperantly, I’ve been venting about my problems but I avoid confronting with them. I did so many mistakes and I’m still doing them. It’s like a fucking never-ending cycle. I can’t seem to get out. I need to work hard on my problems but all i do is run away from them and it’s not helping at all. I am damaged. I have to fix myself because no one’s gonna save me but myself. Getting therapy each week and paying for it makes me feel good and I fool myself into thinking ‘at least im trying’ but I’m not. I’m not trying hard enough. I just pay some money, talk to my therapist, get it off my chest and go home.