Habits

 I am a creature of habit. I do things out of mechanical motion, my eyes could be closed, my posture, most definitely, lacking. I function solely on exercised, memorized motions. It's all one long tedious dance. 1.... 2.... 3.... 

Much of our day-to-day is like this, but habits are not instinct, they require force, the require work, repetition, and execution. At the start of this semester, I had no social media. Now, I have a myriad to feeds driving through my veins like some twisted pop-culture syringe right into the aorta. Buckle up, fool, it's going to be a ride.

Its amazing how quickly up can pick up the habit, a dose here, and dose there, next thing you know you're dosing and aren't even aware. And why does Twitter think I know anything about Nigerian pop-culture? I'm learning... Any moment of can easily be filled. A lull in a movie evolves into browsing r/TIL. It's not all bad, but it can get rather incessant. So, I dialed it back, I did the break challenge. And I would keep reaching for my phone, and have to reprimand my actions. You silly, silly boy. 

This week, I'm finding I having the opposite trouble. I have a general disinterest. But I'm self-admittedly in my final semester, and am more than eager to waltz into just doing work for a spell. And my beautiful, and supportive partner is insisting on a kitchen remodel, and my wallet is sweating just thinking of the prices as I'm scheduling meetings for estimates. So, maybe and most likely, I've just got more going on than I have time to care. Now, I need to work on this paper.