Rabid Habits10:30 AM
So this one time I went shopping at a vintage resale shop with Lauren, bought a really sweet top and then hoarded it in my closet for two years. True story bro.
So I have this habit, where I break things. It is not 100% being clumsy really, although a lot of it can be chalked up to that, but I just unintentionally go Hulk on things. In the past month I have dented furniture, broken our record player (sad face), the palm-sander, the french-press, and a wine glass, to name a few things. We just replaced the lens on the camera (which I broke), and we are in the market for a new vacuum. The broken vacuum can't really be blamed on me, but it 'just happens' to not work when I come near it. We are not even going to start on Beans, that car completely loathes me. I coo to it, I keep it clean, buy it new air-fresheners, get regular oil changes, I even bought it a shiny new battery! What does it do? Burn oil and piddle coolant all over the drive-way.
So why do I break stuff? Do I need to have a personal chat with myself before I touch things? A "keep calm and stop breaking shit" kind of deal? This is the reason why I only wear costume jewelry, THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS. Maybe I should be tested. Perhaps I was born with a super-hormone which enables me to slowly destroy everything I own. It would be cool to have an excuse, but what kind of crap is that? A super-power that essentially means I keep repair shops in business. Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something, like I should start crafting things out of the things I break? Make a profit, or at the very least something pretty.
OR, I could just get more sleep, and stop being such a clumsy turd.
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