i have a very bad habit of being not very nice to people… its not a very good habit:) but anyways. i would like to apologize to tyler for getting him detention. it was just a habit of mine to overreact
I am here out of habit, read an inscription on a bench in the local park where I grew up. It always made me depressed to think of its elderly perpetual visitors, but now I almost miss it.
Habits are hard to break. Once you start something and keep at it, it takes even more time to stop. As a single person, I have a ton of bad habits. But I try to keep them hidden when other people are around.
It’s the power is holds over us,
that ingrained pattern,
unbreakable, even for a moment,
We want to leave this
way of doing things,
move on, improve,
be better people,
but we fall back,
we become what we have always been.
As was her habit, she bit her nails while riding the bus. Today she didn’t know where she was riding to. It had been a spontaneous decision in a usually unspontaneous mood. While chewing her nails, she contemplated the journey she was embarking on.
coffee was a habit a daily habit like the habit the nun wore her habit on her sleeve better than a smoking habit but black and white cafe au lait habit habitually
It is something that we bring with us till death. Something that keeps us alive, and well, and kicking. Something that we love, and something that will keep us loving it. It is not a routine, but a sheer form of enjoyment. The very epitome of doing something you like.
In the morning, every morning
when I get out of bed,
when I go into the house,
when I get in the car,
it hits me and I want to do it
I want to do it until I cannot anymore
It’s a rush of energy that I get
when it happens and
I cannot make myself stop
i am an addict to habit. we all are. habit is fat greased upon our cerebral psychowalls. we feast upon it, become obese upon it. things that matter slip away.
sometimes I think that the whole life is a habit. the habit of waking up, going to work, giving your spouse a kiss in the morning, work, going home, eating, sleeping and the whole damn thing the next morning.
But then there are moments that are new or special and make you feel good. Like when you see the two-year-old of your neighbour giving you a wide grin without any reason whatsoever.
I’m alive, I’m dead. I am the Stranger…
Between the sun and the sand we all live in our comfortable steam-lives, eating and drinking steam food. Without thought, or imagination, with simplicity. Frozen in the sun.
I have a habit of biting my nails and skin when I am little tensed. I had this habit when I was in school and I am not able to get rid of this now. Because of this my skin is not good on my fingers and my nails are distorted. I am trying to get rid of this.
I always make it a habit to find the good, bright side of all situations. It seems so unfortunate to hear the negative ramblings and babble of family who seem to only see the doom and gloom around them. Yes, reality may yield some bad times, but one thing is certain; it came to pass.
I have a bad habit of putting things off. This is why I’m writing this. I’m not doing my job, and I don’t plan on it. This may never change, although I wish it would. Because when I’m done writing this, I’m going to be forced to return to the world of….
Shots after shots
forced into it
a life you never wanted
hell, a life no one would want
so what do you do with it?
you make it who you are
but you say that you’re the one in control
liar
I have some really terrible ones. Writing papers almost exclusively after 6AM the day they’re due, for instance. That’s sort of what I’m doing this morning, too. Not sure if the effect would be the same if I just slept until 6 and wrote; I think the staying up and being “stuck” is part of the process. Sometimes, if only for grades’ sake, I wish it weren’t.
It was a habit of hers, to look at him as soon as she walked into her English room. There he was, doodling on a piece of scrap paper with his pencil. What was he drawing? She wanted to go over and loop her arms around his torso. He looked like she could hug him all day long and he wouldn’t mind.
She seemed to sit in her wooden frame, gentle eyes silently judging him as he bowed his head, folded his hands in his lap and sat and stared back–who did she think she was, really, some stupid bitch who had some stupid child and cried a few times?
He cursed aloud.
He prayed the same prayer: Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee–not with me, oh, never with me.
Oh dear, habits are sometimes decidedly bad. So hard to break, although someone did tell me once that to break a habit you do the new habit 21 times in a row, day after day and the new habit will prevail… I shall have to try it… but on which habit… oh dear…
Breaking habit is the willingness to accept new things into your world. Repetition of an action which brings a false sense of security to most individuals…
I have this habit of sitting on my computer chair and clicking my life away hoping that someone or something can end the torment. Or just make things better. My hope is for the latter as I want to progress further along the human chain.
Something that you do continuously over and over again. It becomes ingrained. It becomes your identity. It may be good or bad. It sounds like it is something that is stuck. Difficult to overcome. Becomes ingrained. Becomes subconscious, without thinking. It is something we do, not something we are. Ariosttle said that we are, what we repeatedly become.
Habit breeds maggots in your imagination. Habit infests your creativity with cavities. But habits are soft and furry life bunnies, and they breed, and they breed, and they breed, till you can’t breathe and you don’t even know you are drowning under the weight of a now habitual unconscious yet living death
We get into the wrong kinds of habits every single day. The few good habits we have degrade if we don’t take care of them every single day. Habits are what makes or breaks us.
She made a habit out of saying things she knew would get him annoyed. She knew what buttons to push, and, like a little toddler, she enjoyed pushing them. “What kind of person,” he asked himself, “would say, ‘I love you’ when the only thing they feel is hate?”
a habit is a repeated action. it is often said that habits are dangerous, because if, say, Rory gets out of his car to go to work at nine each morning, it makes it asier to assisnate him because he does the same thing every day. habits are interesting.
Biting her nails was a nervous habit. She had done it ever since she we little. When she was in school, being scolded, she was biting her nails. When Michael tried to kiss her, she was seen next by the trash cans picking until bleeding.
i have a bad habit of falling for people, then realizing two weeks later i don’t really like them, but continuing the relationship anyway. i should also start flossing.
I like habit. Ritual may be boring, but life is structured around it. It needs to be. Being a camp counselor taught me that. My kids needed routine, and my knowledge of that need exacerbated my need for it. in the beginning of this semester, i was going crazy from lack of routine. Now I’m good.
i have a very bad habit of being not very nice to people… its not a very good habit:) but anyways. i would like to apologize to tyler for getting him detention. it was just a habit of mine to overreact
its just the best habit to love..you see the things you’ll never know…just look at me..dare to..i wanna be your habit..love habit…save me friend.
I think a habit is something you keep doing and doing. So smokeing is a habit hat is hard to brake.
it means addicted about one thing .
I am here out of habit, read an inscription on a bench in the local park where I grew up. It always made me depressed to think of its elderly perpetual visitors, but now I almost miss it.
Habits are hard to break. Once you start something and keep at it, it takes even more time to stop. As a single person, I have a ton of bad habits. But I try to keep them hidden when other people are around.
Habit is my prison. My voluntary prison. It is quite nice really, can’t complain, the food is good and they let you watch tv.
It’s the power is holds over us,
that ingrained pattern,
unbreakable, even for a moment,
We want to leave this
way of doing things,
move on, improve,
be better people,
but we fall back,
we become what we have always been.
As was her habit, she bit her nails while riding the bus. Today she didn’t know where she was riding to. It had been a spontaneous decision in a usually unspontaneous mood. While chewing her nails, she contemplated the journey she was embarking on.
coffee was a habit a daily habit like the habit the nun wore her habit on her sleeve better than a smoking habit but black and white cafe au lait habit habitually
It is something that we bring with us till death. Something that keeps us alive, and well, and kicking. Something that we love, and something that will keep us loving it. It is not a routine, but a sheer form of enjoyment. The very epitome of doing something you like.
In the morning, every morning
when I get out of bed,
when I go into the house,
when I get in the car,
it hits me and I want to do it
I want to do it until I cannot anymore
It’s a rush of energy that I get
when it happens and
I cannot make myself stop
Which of your habits have good results for you? Which have bad? You have to examine that and make the change.
i am an addict to habit. we all are. habit is fat greased upon our cerebral psychowalls. we feast upon it, become obese upon it. things that matter slip away.
sometimes I think that the whole life is a habit. the habit of waking up, going to work, giving your spouse a kiss in the morning, work, going home, eating, sleeping and the whole damn thing the next morning.
But then there are moments that are new or special and make you feel good. Like when you see the two-year-old of your neighbour giving you a wide grin without any reason whatsoever.
I’m alive, I’m dead. I am the Stranger…
Between the sun and the sand we all live in our comfortable steam-lives, eating and drinking steam food. Without thought, or imagination, with simplicity. Frozen in the sun.
What is a habit? But a something that is overused. Nothing horrible nor frightening. Then way can’t we swear or bite our nails.
Relaxing into my habit, I, thoughtless, feel at home. I no longer am forced to think! Bliss!
I have a habit of biting my nails and skin when I am little tensed. I had this habit when I was in school and I am not able to get rid of this now. Because of this my skin is not good on my fingers and my nails are distorted. I am trying to get rid of this.
is some kind of activities you will do in a regular basis.
I always make it a habit to find the good, bright side of all situations. It seems so unfortunate to hear the negative ramblings and babble of family who seem to only see the doom and gloom around them. Yes, reality may yield some bad times, but one thing is certain; it came to pass.
He returned to that seat in front of that computer for the umpteenth time. I should be practising guitar he muttered.
I have a bad habit of putting things off. This is why I’m writing this. I’m not doing my job, and I don’t plan on it. This may never change, although I wish it would. Because when I’m done writing this, I’m going to be forced to return to the world of….
Shots after shots
forced into it
a life you never wanted
hell, a life no one would want
so what do you do with it?
you make it who you are
but you say that you’re the one in control
liar
loving you.
I have some really terrible ones. Writing papers almost exclusively after 6AM the day they’re due, for instance. That’s sort of what I’m doing this morning, too. Not sure if the effect would be the same if I just slept until 6 and wrote; I think the staying up and being “stuck” is part of the process. Sometimes, if only for grades’ sake, I wish it weren’t.
It was a habit of hers, to look at him as soon as she walked into her English room. There he was, doodling on a piece of scrap paper with his pencil. What was he drawing? She wanted to go over and loop her arms around his torso. He looked like she could hug him all day long and he wouldn’t mind.
He prayed every night to the Virgin Mother.
She seemed to sit in her wooden frame, gentle eyes silently judging him as he bowed his head, folded his hands in his lap and sat and stared back–who did she think she was, really, some stupid bitch who had some stupid child and cried a few times?
He cursed aloud.
He prayed the same prayer: Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee–not with me, oh, never with me.
He still didn’t feel forgiven.
Oh dear, habits are sometimes decidedly bad. So hard to break, although someone did tell me once that to break a habit you do the new habit 21 times in a row, day after day and the new habit will prevail… I shall have to try it… but on which habit… oh dear…
Breaking habit is the willingness to accept new things into your world. Repetition of an action which brings a false sense of security to most individuals…
I have this habit of sitting on my computer chair and clicking my life away hoping that someone or something can end the torment. Or just make things better. My hope is for the latter as I want to progress further along the human chain.
It was such a bad habit, but john not make himself stop. falling for straight military was his condemnation for his past fuck up, he was sure.
Something that you do continuously over and over again. It becomes ingrained. It becomes your identity. It may be good or bad. It sounds like it is something that is stuck. Difficult to overcome. Becomes ingrained. Becomes subconscious, without thinking. It is something we do, not something we are. Ariosttle said that we are, what we repeatedly become.
Habit breeds maggots in your imagination. Habit infests your creativity with cavities. But habits are soft and furry life bunnies, and they breed, and they breed, and they breed, till you can’t breathe and you don’t even know you are drowning under the weight of a now habitual unconscious yet living death
We get into the wrong kinds of habits every single day. The few good habits we have degrade if we don’t take care of them every single day. Habits are what makes or breaks us.
She made a habit out of saying things she knew would get him annoyed. She knew what buttons to push, and, like a little toddler, she enjoyed pushing them. “What kind of person,” he asked himself, “would say, ‘I love you’ when the only thing they feel is hate?”
a habit is a repeated action. it is often said that habits are dangerous, because if, say, Rory gets out of his car to go to work at nine each morning, it makes it asier to assisnate him because he does the same thing every day. habits are interesting.
Biting her nails was a nervous habit. She had done it ever since she we little. When she was in school, being scolded, she was biting her nails. When Michael tried to kiss her, she was seen next by the trash cans picking until bleeding.
i have a bad habit of falling for people, then realizing two weeks later i don’t really like them, but continuing the relationship anyway. i should also start flossing.
I like habit. Ritual may be boring, but life is structured around it. It needs to be. Being a camp counselor taught me that. My kids needed routine, and my knowledge of that need exacerbated my need for it. in the beginning of this semester, i was going crazy from lack of routine. Now I’m good.