Habits

I've been picking up bad habits.  They're everywhere.

I find them on the ground sometimes.  I think people drop habits a lot, because I check the same places plenty of times, and there's always something new.  At the laundromat alone, I've picked up smoking, nail-biting, and staring, all in the course of a single week.  That's not to say it isn't worth trying new spots now and then, though.  Once, by the side of the road, I found nose-picking out of sheer dumb luck.

The subway is another hot spot.  You got to be willing to sort through them, though.  It's easy to find fidgeting or breathing with your mouth open; that's common stuff.  If you want a collection like I've got, you've got to sift through things until you find a real gem like scratching or knuckle-cracking.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do with all these things.  I don't think I can sell them for much, and the rare ones aren't in any greater demand than the common ones.  Well, at least on the open market.  There's a bit of an underground for people like me, but I'm just smalltime there.  All I've ever managed there was a trade or two, simple out-of-pocket stuff.  What can I say; I've never been good with commodities.

Well, the holidays are coming up.  Maybe I'll get some cards and start wrapping . . .