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Comfort junkie
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Apr 24, 2009
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It turns out I'm a pretty big comfort junkie. I notice myself doing things simply to squeeze a little more enjoyment out of life, often to the detriment of myself and others. Yesterday at work, it was about 0.2 degrees colder than I would've liked it to be, and instead of putting my jacket back on and just toughing it out for 30 seconds, I used the little heater sitting under my desk. And oh, was it glorious. I kept it on for like 3 hours, despite the fact that it gobbles electricity and it wasn't even that cold to begin with.
I've mentioned my BBQ eating disorder before (I eat because it feels good), but it goes beyond that. I typically try to stop eating by around 8 or 9pm because otherwise I wake up the next morning with the taste of last night's food in the back of my mouth. But oftentimes I find myself eating until right before I go to bed simply because I enjoy the act of eating. It's comfortable; it makes me feel good. What a sick human being I am. #psychology
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For future entertainment
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Apr 24, 2009
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Sometimes I do things solely because they'll be funny later, and most times I'm the target audience. For example, when the check is brought to the table at a restaurant, it usually includes a copy for the merchant as well as one for the customer, and sometimes there's a place to sign on the customer's copy, which is odd because I as the customer have no need to see whether I signed it or not. Since it doesn't matter either way, I sign it, though I use an unusual pseudonym, usually something along the lines of Poopy Pants or Pukey Jerkface. Then later when I'm going over my finances, I'll find the receipt and have a good laugh. #psychology
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