Monday, May 23, 2011


A few days ago, when I was bumming in the livingroom on the couch, my brother walked in.

"Why are you sitting like that? What are you, five?".

It wasn't until he said that that I noticed I was lying on the couch with my head hanging over the side and my hair touching the floor. I used to do that a lot as a kid. I remember how my mom used to scold me for doing it. "Sit properly! It's not good to have all the blood rushing to your head!". I didn't do it on purpose. For some reason, it was just comfortable.

As I was just lying there thinking whatever thoughts, I was doing the same. Without realizing.

Habits will always be habits I guess.

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