Crisis All of the Time

Potential minor setback with "Catch This Fox" today; all of Fox's artwork, which I have yet to scan, is in a briefcase in the back of a car which he got stuck in the mud down by the river two days ago. And it's not there now. At best, the city impounded it and it'll cost him $200 to get it back. At worst, it was declared a nuisance and has already been recycled.

As I stood in the shower this morning, frustrated with this news, another central question about human nature came to me. Why is it psychologically pleasurable to do the things that one is not supposed to do? And conversely, to not do the things one is supposed to do?