Guilty pleasure numero uno: I started smoking again when I went to see OuchyKim. Mr.Guy knows how much I enjoy the divine smoky smoky. He finds it interesting, in fact. If I only smoke one or two a day I can still hang onto that delicious and oh-so-good nicotine high. Oh my. It’s gooood. If you wonder why people smoke, it’s this feeling. And the feeling that your nerves are calm again.
When you smoke more, though, that feeling of “highness” goes away and is substituted by a hacking cough and yellow fingernails. At that point you’re hooked and, well, cough cough cough. I threw my box of divinity away. I do this two to three times a year. Smoke for two or three weeks, stop, a few months pass, then two or three weeks, then stop. So have I ever really given up smoking? Temporarily, certainly.
But it’s a wonderful secret. A bad habit that I can jettison at will. A pleasure whose guilt might also be rewarding.
I double dog dare you to find someone without some kind of bad habit. I know one person who picks his nose in public. Not so good. Another person stops paying attention to what someone (me) is saying and begins to sing along with the radio.
BrilliantEditor has a fascination with the numbers on the odometer. When they make a fancy pattern—a palindrome or being sequential or when the numbers roll over—he says them out loud. Either silence or conversation, BE’s world wraps itself around the car and you hear “91119! Point nine!” I think it makes him super happy.
Spring is very good at sitting about three inches past your most comfortable petting distance. And Sprocket licks hands and feet like crazy. It’s kind of gross. It’s slimy.
Mr.Sprinkles reads. How horrifying! And he doesn’t hide it.
SirDougg, well, I bet he has bad habits and guilty pleasures…pork rinds! Pork cracklings! Oh, and he’s British. There are two BIG ones.
AngerTrain is angry a lot. I think it does give him some measure of happiness to be such a pain in the ass. Now and then when I tell him to shut up, he gets a happy grin and he squeaks away in an instant! Like a cartoon mouse. A big cartoon mouse who’s cranky and wears a hat.
And if you didn’t guess, I like writing about people. Even when they don’t know it. Even when they do! Oh yes! Yeehaw!
Posted by dotty at November 10, 2004 05:09 PM