Bad Habits
I have two annoying habits that drive me nuts. One is pulling my hair and the other one is diving into imaginary pools.
The former drives me mad because I keep ding it even though it makes my arms feel sore. You see, this habit involves the art of lifting one’s arms at shoulder height. It’s like lifting weights overhead minus the weights. Hehe. This habit also makes me dizzy. Try staring at the strands of your hair in search of ugly strands for a long time and see if it doesn’t make you feel dizzy. If it doesn’t make you feel dizzy, then you’re some freak of nature whose eyes must have the disgusting capability of popping out of their sockets thus enabling you to closely examine your hair without requiring you to strain your eyes at a grotesque angle.
This habit though is er, terminable. I don’t work out so my arms grow tired easily. Even if I do work out, the fact is my arms will still grow tired. I also happen to have normal human eyes so I get dizzy. Besides, I also happen to have a finite number of hair so I will run out of hair to pull. Nature though happened to “bless” me with an amazing bounty of hair so the former sentence isn’t a reliable argument since it actually nurtures this bad habit and sustains it for weeks.
Now, you know why the first one drives me crazy, it’s time to elaborate on the second one (although the previous blog entry can also pass off as an elaboration). Normally, diving is fun given the fact that I am quite an extreme person. Hehehe. Anyway, in diving, there’s a time when one is suspended in the air. This suspension is actually the fun part of the dive because after that, one hits the water and one’s nose and ears hurt. Well, at least mine do probably because I don’t do it properly but I never said I was a professional diver or at least someone who gave a damn about doing things properly. I mean, where’s the fun in that?! Hehe. Back to diving…if one dives into the water, the pain I described earlier would be rewarded by the cool water. However, if one dives into say…sand for example, then the pain would only be rewarded by the prolongation of it. Not to mention the humiliation one would experience by giving in to one’s foolishness in diving into sand. And this is exactly what happens every time I dive into what I once (actually not once) thought was a pool. Sure, I felt exhilarated at first. I felt exhilarated, that is, before I hit the dirt. When I do hit the dirt, like all human beings (even though it’s not so apparent that I am one hehe), I get hurt. After hitting the dirt, I’ve got nobody but myself to blame and nobody but me to pick myself up, brush off the dust and tend to my wounds as well. When I do get up, one would think that I’d know better than to do this again but I do. In fact, I feel that I’m about to do it again. Well, it’s inevitable (at least it seems to me). I mean, old habits die hard…that’s why it’s a habit dammit! Don’t worry about me though. I’m trying to put off the diving part until the rainy season so that when I do plunge into the dirt, at least it’ll be softer and cooler because it’s wet. Hehe. Besides, even though I didn’t learn how to shake off this bad habit after the numerous times I made those foolish dives (just to defend myself a little: I made those dives because the mirages were convincing…I really thought I was about to dive into water. I may be stupid but not stupid enough to dive into what is obviously sand), I learned how to prolong the suspension part and make the rest more bearable. Bear in mind that humans become immune to pain when they experience it more frequently and more intensely.
I’m tired of being the “words of Kelly Clarkson’s ‘Behind These Hazel Eyes’ made flesh” though. And just for the record, I don’t do the crying part. Ang saya naman ng hinayupak na yun kung ganon dahil magkakaroon siya ng world record.
