Why? What drives us to return?
Why do we do it to ourselves?
If I really wanted horrible decorating tips, I would go visit some of my barely acknowledged relatives in Kissing Cousin Country....no Cousin Myrtle, those deer heads are not the thing to have in the dining room, and the green putt putt carpeting was not meant to go in your bedroom no matter what the cost was. And frankly, putting straw on your wall is NOT a good idea (saw that one on TV while I was home...ummm....okay)
You keep watching and waiting for things to get better and they don't.
I have an author that I used to adore - bought all of her books and continue to buy them out of habit even though I have hated the last 4....why you ask? Because she just might change her style back to how she used to write and I would hate to miss that!
Its like driving by a really bad car accident...you know that you should not look but you can not help but gawk like every other rubber-necker.
Why? What is it in our human makeup that causes us to inflict what can be construed as mental anguish on ourselves?