This became clear to me after I bought a new computer and, yes, let it sit in the box. A box which is currently skulking in bag under my bed, actively shaming me as I type this blog entry on the computer I'd decided was too old and sickly to be viable.
It's something to do with the difficulty of the changeover. The transferring of the data, plus the installing of the new programs and the rediscovering of the passwords my browser previously took care of and the wiping of the old hard drive and the disposal of the old machine-
How much easier, to fire up the ancient, ailing standby?
The fact that I am this kind of person- an irrational, box-sitting crazy person- came as a surprise to me. After all, I'm nothing if not dutiful: an everyday exerciser, a caller-on-your-birthday.
But perhaps the most disconcerting thing about being human is our scope for failing to understand, at a basic level, who the hell we are.
To which point I can only add that, yes, I wasted thirteen minutes watching this. Woah.