Thursday is the new Tuesday, dontcha know? Especially for those of us who got up at 2am on Tuesday so we could work at 4am.
10 Bad Habits You Can't Break
ok, I have mucho bad habits and it's not so much that I can't break them as I don't care enough to even try. The topic seems a little defeatist. I offer this instead:
10 Bad Habits That I Didn't Just Break, I Left Them Crying at the Curb
- Smoking. Sure, occasionally a hint of cigarette smoke comes wafting my way and I'm briefly overwhelmed by the desire to tackle a complete stranger to the ground and wrest the cigarette from their hand (or mouth) because I NEED just one puff. But I don't. Or at least, I haven't yet.
- Stress Eating. There's a fairly distinct difference between the occasional Bad Day Godiva Chocolate Fix and the perpetual My Life Is Crap And It's Never Going To Get Better I Guess I'll Just Have To Eat Everything In The Refrigerator And Maybe The Cabinets Too Waaaah I Feel Fat Binge. Roughly 80 pounds worth of difference in my case.
- The Ex Husband: At 33, I was divorced from 'a sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical, bigot' cheating alcoholic. 'Nuff said.
- Saying 'Yes': As in 'yes, I'd love to take on far more responsibility than is either sane or reasonable. Martha Stewart doesn't sleep; why should I?' Well, first off, Martha pays people to take care of most of her mundane crap so she can focus on what she considers important. Ooohhh. That was a big revelation for me.
- Being nice: This actually ties in with 'saying yes'. Being nice is appropriate sometimes, but oftimes, it's just years of unfortunate training and habit rearing it's daft head. How did I end up with a collection of painfully ugly oversized scarves covered in ducks (most notably, mallards?) Being nice (and dishonest) when I was presented with the first one. Whoops.
- Dead End Friendships: If every day is a bad day, if there's drama around every corner, if you can never see the good in anyone or anything, if you refuse to change or accept that people and circumstances change, odds are pretty good you no longer know me.
- Blaming All Social Awkwardness on My Introversion: Ok, truth be told, introversion is a fantastic fall back excuse for not speaking in front of crowds, not speaking in groups, not talking to strangers, not attending social events where there'll be lots of new people, not dating, not calling unfamiliar people...the list is endless. Here's the reality: I don't like speaking in front of crowds for the 30 seconds or so it takes my inner comic to kick in but after that I"m usually fine. I don't mind talking to chatty strangers most of the time-people are interesting-but occasionally, I just need quiet. I hate large social events-I've never been able to master keeping track of names and faces, though I can usually remember eye color and obscure facts. Dating, particularly at my age, often involves coming face to face with someone's needs and hopes and dreams and forces me to acknowledge that I don't know what the hell I want. And I just don't like phones.
- Neglecting My Health: Sure it took feeling like hell in a handbasket for the worse part of two years and then turning 40 to really drive home the point that I'd like to be well and even thrive for the next 40 years, but I've learned my lesson. Or, at least after feeling well for 2 months, I like to believe I've learned.
- Avoiding Confrontation: I still don't like it-probably never will-but I'll deal with it these days and usally fairly well. Up until my midtwenties or so, "Run Away!!" really was my preferred approach.
- Picking My Nose: Ok, I gave it up when I was 6, but only because my Polish Grandmother kept putting pepper on my fingers whenever she caught me. I'm sure that if she hadn't I'd still be flinging boogers at the ripe old age of 40.