So I have a bad habit, and I have a fear.
It’s a silly fear, a childish fear; but still it’s a fear.
And it has to do with a habit I have. I’ve always done it, and I just can’t seem to stop. I was once doing it pretty intensely on a drive from Chehalis, WA to Spokane to go back to Whitworth and some friends from school drove by me on I-90 and saw me. Pretty embarrassing.
But what is the fear you ask?
Well, my desk is right in front of a window, and at night, I can’t really see very well OUT of the window, and I’m always afraid when I’m doing this bad habit, someone is going to see, and well…that would just be embarrassing.
I suppose I could stop – but…there is something really satisfying about my bad habit.
Okay – your turn. What is YOUR bad habit?