Why I Intentionally Make Mistakes

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In my mid to late teens, I was having an argument with my mother about cupcakes.

It’s not really important what the argument was about, but the gist of it is that, in response to her telling me not to eat another cupcake, I took one and shoved the entire thing in my mouth at once while maintaining eye contact with her.

You can call that what you will—rebellious, ridiculous, amusing, or just plain stupid—but I can’t deny that the cupcake still tasted delicious.

This is what the cupcake looked like. It was beautiful. And very yummy. And full of those yummy yummy calories. Source: https://unsplash.com/photos/T6oD9CIlpGA

I knew then, and I still know now, that my mother was only looking out for me, that she had my best interests at heart, and that her goal was not to restrict or oppress me in any way, but merely to keep me healthy. And yet I still ate that cupcake in one bite. In public. At an event.

The reason for this was that, although we both agreed that health was important, I did not see it as much of a risk. Teenagers are known for being reckless; although I was never really one to flirt with danger, the part of my brain that motivates me to pursue more long-term goals was not (and is not) yet fully formed. I did not see the risks the same way she did.