Guest Post: The Hot Oven Door

Here's my philosophy:

My mom tells a story that I don't consciously remember about when I was a toddler and she was baking something. I wanted to touch the hot oven, she told me "No it's hot." and kept me away several times until eventually she had her back turned and I went and touched it and burned myself. No one touches a hot oven twice on purpose but things that are addicting are so heart breaking precisely because we reach for them at the same time that we tell ourselves how bad they are for us.~Sincerly, "some old guy" ^^