Counterintuitivity.

Let's say that this building collapses. I miraculously survive. Instead of waiting for help to arrive, I plunge back into the unstable pile of rubble. This decision, while obviously reckless and stupid, seems in the moment to be noble and courageous. Perhaps, I think to myself, the risk of sustaining more injuries will be worth it if I can save someone else. Wouldn't a normal person be content to sit on the curb and thank God they survived? Yet for some reason I feel compelled to try and be a hero. Some kind of self-preservation I possess.