Here is a story. The cake in this story is a metaphor.
Once upon a time there was a very nice person who worried a lot about being a nice person. Now they weren’t a perfect person but then who is? They were a perfectly nice person, a perfectly lovely regular old good person. And this person wanted cake.
They felt very guilty about this. They felt that wanting cake put them on morally shaky ground. Shouldn’t they want something good for them? Like brussel sprouts? Shouldn’t they want something else entirely? Like doing burpees? But no, they wanted cake and they felt very bad about this.
They tried not to think about it but then couldn’t stop. They really