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"Habitual"

The word that describes me the best.

I am definitely a creature of habit. I don't give up easily. I don't like others serving and protecting me unneedlessly, and my reaction to it is always the same. I love eating cookies and drinking milk. I love going for walks. I love chai lattes. I get upset when people discourage me. I laugh at the wrong time. And I hit the snooze button more than most.

Now, let me define what is "habitual" for me. A habit, either good or bad, can be a saying, an action, a thought, a feeling, a mind-set, a routine, or something else that we as humans do repeatedly and, sometimes, excessively. Some of my habits are bad, and some are even sinful. But, most of my habits are just irritating.

Why?

Well, I am irritated by my habits because I am well aware of when I'm committing them. I know that some people might find it difficult or easy to understand, but don't get me wrong; even though my habits come across as silly and absurd, I can't stand them. For example, one of worst habits of mine is trying to find conversation. Everytime I'm with someone I feel that I need to have some sort of substantial conversation. I can't stand it! Honestly, if I ever find some one who just sits there and doesn't care what I say I'll be happy! Why? Because I would rather spend time with someone who isn't interested in looking normal than with a freak who thinks that if you can't say anything you might as well just not hang out. That, to me, is not the point in hanging out. The point in hanging out is spending time with another person, whether it's in silence, conversation, walking around, playing games, etc, it doesn't matter to me; it doesn't take much to satisfy me.

Ever since I was a kid, my parent would by me expensive toys only to discover that they generally wasted their money. I would play with construction paper and tissues before I would play with my legos or action figures. This is probably an annoying habit too, but regardless, I've been this way for a long time.

Maybe that's why God doesn't give me many things. Every time I buy a book, some clothes, or something cool, I think, "Why did I buy this? This is stupid! I'm probably not going to use it." Again another bad habit. ErRrRr!

I was going to write something personal here, but I think I'll wait. This post is turning into an emotional and superfluous rant instead of something substantial. So, forget it. :P