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Creature of Habit


I realized something today. I'm a creature of habit. I like sitting in the same seat everyday, using the same bathroom stall every time I go and I like working M-F 9-6. I'm such a creature of habit I actually think I'm being spontaneous and adventurous when I take a different route to my cube in the morning- I found out recently that no one else gets that thrill or sense of adventure.

To further illustrate my case I'll share with you a story about my Law and Politics class. About halfway through the semester I entered the class along the back wall (like I always do) and as normal I'm walking very jolly like; swinging my arms, bounce in my step, humming a little tune just like I always do. And then as I'm staring at my destination, my seat that I've sat in since day 1, I realize some STRANGE man is in it. I don't know what to do... I slow down and completely freeze. I think I would have stood back there the entire class if my friend hadn't seen it all go down and rush to get me into a chair for the day. I was so baffled! I've sat in that seat for half a semester and not only did I contribute daily to the class (usually some crazy "liberal" idea to enlighten all those Utah folks) I was one of about 5 girls in a class of 150. Surely he had to have known this was MY seat. I wasn't okay for the entire class period.

So anyway, my realization, (you thought it was that I was a creature of habit didn't you?) was that there is one area where I break from my habitual bonds and explore! That would be when it comes to what I eat. I CAN'T stand the idea of having a "usual" at a restaurant or even going to the same restaurant too often. Don't even get me started on repeating cuisine types too frequently (here's 2 sample conversations):

Co-Worker: Want to go get Italian for lunch?
Me: No I had spaghetti last night for dinner
Co-Worker: and....

Mom: I made you a veggie burger for dinner
Me: Were you aware that we ate burgers (mine being veggie) last night when you weren't home?
Mom: No, why does that matter?
Me: But I just ate a veggie burger
Mom: make your own dinner then brat
Me: *hangs head* A veggie burger is fine

I think that's why I like traveling. I have to step out of my comfort zone (habit and normalcy) which is exciting AND there is a whole new world of restaurants and foods to eat that I haven't eaten before!

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