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Like it says. Becuase I was tagged! And also it's interesting.
So...six habits. Not neccesarily bad.
1) Picking at things. Sores, nailpolish, frayed couches, whatever. It's terrible, made chicken pox extraspecially nasty and means I can never paint my nails anything other than maybe-a-litle-sparkly clear. Also I tend to chew stuff like my nails and pens, I think it's all part of the same needing-to-fiddle thing.
2) At the beginning of every spring I walk around in the sunshine picking daisies off the verges (or, when I was much younger, out of mums garden. My garden's daisies suck) to make a chain, and then wear it for the rest of the day. The flowers were all too small last time I tried, but there's a big clump near the train station I will have to attack next time I have a free day.
3) Any time I try to commiserate with someone I end up relating a story from my own life and then stop wondering if this is helping at all and sit quietly feeling awkward. Me + negative emotions=bad
4) I am both a terribly absentminded slob who leaves their crap everywhere and only happy in a moderately neat and ordered environment. Luckily I don't mind housework that much since I end up creating most of it!
5) Catastrophising. I'm always convinced the worst is going to happen, keeping myself up late at night panicking about the fact I'm not equipped to deal with it, sometimes to extent of hobbling myself with neurosis when otherwise I would have been fine (cf: my thesis). In those rare instances where I have nothing remotely plausible to worry about, I panic about global warming.
6) Eating. Mainly healthy-ish food, but I eat an awful lot of it. I generally get really grumpy and stomach-achey and dizzy if I miss a meal, or eat the wrong things. And I loooove eating. Mmmm. *ponders second dessert*
So...six habits. Not neccesarily bad.
1) Picking at things. Sores, nailpolish, frayed couches, whatever. It's terrible, made chicken pox extraspecially nasty and means I can never paint my nails anything other than maybe-a-litle-sparkly clear. Also I tend to chew stuff like my nails and pens, I think it's all part of the same needing-to-fiddle thing.
2) At the beginning of every spring I walk around in the sunshine picking daisies off the verges (or, when I was much younger, out of mums garden. My garden's daisies suck) to make a chain, and then wear it for the rest of the day. The flowers were all too small last time I tried, but there's a big clump near the train station I will have to attack next time I have a free day.
3) Any time I try to commiserate with someone I end up relating a story from my own life and then stop wondering if this is helping at all and sit quietly feeling awkward. Me + negative emotions=bad
4) I am both a terribly absentminded slob who leaves their crap everywhere and only happy in a moderately neat and ordered environment. Luckily I don't mind housework that much since I end up creating most of it!
5) Catastrophising. I'm always convinced the worst is going to happen, keeping myself up late at night panicking about the fact I'm not equipped to deal with it, sometimes to extent of hobbling myself with neurosis when otherwise I would have been fine (cf: my thesis). In those rare instances where I have nothing remotely plausible to worry about, I panic about global warming.
6) Eating. Mainly healthy-ish food, but I eat an awful lot of it. I generally get really grumpy and stomach-achey and dizzy if I miss a meal, or eat the wrong things. And I loooove eating. Mmmm. *ponders second dessert*
