I had a very shallow epiphany last Saturday night: I was sitting in the shadows at TxF, hoping no one would bother me because I just wanted to drink in silence. I opened a fresh pack of cigarettes and realized that I no longer smacked the pack upside down to, well, pack the tobacco— a habit I’ve had since I bought my very first pack of cigarettes over a decade ago. Friends and I even had dumb packing contests!
(I know, I know: smoking is The One Bad Habit I should leave behind. I eventually will.)
It’s silly, but I felt a little more grown-up realizing I had left behind a habit of my youth. This led me to think of other “bad habits” that I’ve dumped.
The last album I downloaded illegally was 1989 but I went and purchased a physical copy when I could. Thanks to Spotify, I no longer need to torrent music. I can’t even remember the last time I listened to music on iTunes/my laptop (note to self: clean out music library). Of course, I pay a measly PHP129 a month for my premium account which is peanuts to what artists should be making. I tell myself it’s better than not paying anything!
Leaving my bed unmade.
When I lived alone and had an entire apartment to myself, I almost never made my bed because I found it pointless. Now that I have a tiny bedroom, anything that’s out of place makes everything else look disorganized. While I don’t particularly feel accomplished when I arrange my pillows and smoothen out my duvet cover before getting ready for work, it does make mornings a little easier.
Putting up with bullshit.
I had a friend who never told the truth. Everything out of this girl’s mouth was one big fat lie.
That might be an exaggeration but when the majority of your stories are made up, people tend to assume that everything you say is a lie.
This girl would bombard us with stories about her fake boyfriends and her fake interactions with strangers falling and fawning over her and other fake, highly unbelievable things that only happened when we weren’t around. We tolerated it until we couldn’t put up with the her anymore. She’s kind of a joke now.
I just find lying to people really disrespectful and a waste of their time. As we grow older, we have less time for meaningless relationships and bullshit.
I still get drunk and I still pig out but I don’t do them together anymore! After all, that’s how I got fat in the first place: stumbling home drunk at 4am to order Jollibee and eating PHP200 worth of junk before sleeping for the next 12 hours. Doing that twice a week every week was how I ended up ballooning to 130 pounds without even noticing it!
Not letting people like what they like.
I was an arrogant little shit who thought I had impeccable taste in everything. Delusional and fucked in the head, that’s me. Maturing means realizing how small I really am, especially when I’m surrounded by so many talented and creative friends. It’s quite humbling and for the first time in my life, I am very intimidated.
What about you? What bad habits have you dumped?