Freedom (continued)

Yesterday I ended my post rather abruptly because I exercised my freedom to do so as the kids began waking up from their Sunday afternoon nap. Back to the freedom issue: I think that we would all agree that freedom in and of itself is a good thing, yet some may argue, as the fallen angel I quoted from the book Lucifer's Flood in yesterday's post, that freewill is not, or is nonexistent, or if God is truly loving he would have never given Adam the opportunity to choose and therefore choose to fall, sin, die. Well,  as the aforementioned character stated in Lucifer's Flood: "Believe me, I know the company line: God wants those who love him to do so of their free will."
Saturday night, I took our oldest two children to see the movie Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. My son had read the book prior to our viewing, but I really had no idea what the movie was about, save what he had told me and the review I read at www.christiancinema.com. As a pastor, I can't watch or listen to anything without getting a moral example from it. In the movie the main character designs a machine that converts water into any food item you want! People love what the machine can do, and the creator loves the appreciation he gets from everyone for making the machine. Yet, when people get greedy and start overloading the machine with requests to fill their own desires, things get out of control. Some people want to blame the creator of the machine, but the police officer (voiced by Mr. T) speaks up and says "He may have made the machine, but we're all responsible for this disaster."
That kind of sums up how I feel about free will. I like being able to choose what I want to eat, what I get to wear, what I get to think, what I get to say, etc. Whenever I feel like that freedom is being oppressed, I get unhappy. Sometimes the freedom to choose presents a dilemma for me when I know the right choice, but would rather choose the wrong one. Yet even then, I don't blame God, and I usually don't get mad at him for giving me the opportunity to choose. After all, he only gives me the option of choice because he loves me. I'm that one that messes the whole thing up.
Thoughts?