I find myself thinking a lot about the secret lives of everyday objects...these inanimate objects really make up most of the free worlds experience of life...nobody ever cares about what their coffee cup thinks about...does it like me?

I sometimes feel like my brain is doing the driving and I'm merely sitting in the passenger seat with a crumpled up map that I forgot how to fold a long time ago yelling at him to make a left turn. Why is it that we can see ourselves acting the way we do but oft just can't do anything about it? How do we change behaviour that we are completely concious of?