Daydreamer
Scatterbrained Creative
Every so often I form fairly minor habits that repeat a significant amount of times, and aren't always easy to break. I don't always want to break them, since they can be comforting.
One that I used to have involved an umbrella. It was a small hand-held one that had a strap you could wrap around the middle of the umbrella to keep it tidy. When I was at school I would wrap it around my wrist, then I would drop the umbrella allowing it to extend to its full height and afterwards I would push it back to the smaller size. Then I would throw it up twice (whilst still tied loosely around my wrist) and on the second time I would catch it in my hand, only to repeat the process numerous times.
It must've looked quite peculiar to the other students, occasionally people would ask me why I did such an action, and usually I would just shrug and/or murmur some vague response.
The number of times I did this pattern didn't matter to me, I would often do it when walking down the RS corridor. Somehow it made me feel as if nothing else mattered; not even the bullying, or the pain, the horrible teachers, or even various other fairly unpleasant elements of my past. All that seemed to matter was that umbrella and the mindless action of throwing it in the air to catch it. Temporary happiness was achieved by this, but I found that it was starting to take up too much of my thoughts and time so I decided to cut it out slowly (catching on the first throw, not the second.... not letting it drop down to its full height and so on until I no longer felt the desire to do this process).
It's odd how a simple small thing can start to take up a big part of your life sometimes. Not fully sure why I'm making this thread but maybe you can relate to this in some way, and if not I guess at least you know a fun fact about my life I suppose. Even now I occasionally find myself doing the hand action subconsciously, even though I no longer carry the umbrella.
One that I used to have involved an umbrella. It was a small hand-held one that had a strap you could wrap around the middle of the umbrella to keep it tidy. When I was at school I would wrap it around my wrist, then I would drop the umbrella allowing it to extend to its full height and afterwards I would push it back to the smaller size. Then I would throw it up twice (whilst still tied loosely around my wrist) and on the second time I would catch it in my hand, only to repeat the process numerous times.
It must've looked quite peculiar to the other students, occasionally people would ask me why I did such an action, and usually I would just shrug and/or murmur some vague response.
The number of times I did this pattern didn't matter to me, I would often do it when walking down the RS corridor. Somehow it made me feel as if nothing else mattered; not even the bullying, or the pain, the horrible teachers, or even various other fairly unpleasant elements of my past. All that seemed to matter was that umbrella and the mindless action of throwing it in the air to catch it. Temporary happiness was achieved by this, but I found that it was starting to take up too much of my thoughts and time so I decided to cut it out slowly (catching on the first throw, not the second.... not letting it drop down to its full height and so on until I no longer felt the desire to do this process).
It's odd how a simple small thing can start to take up a big part of your life sometimes. Not fully sure why I'm making this thread but maybe you can relate to this in some way, and if not I guess at least you know a fun fact about my life I suppose. Even now I occasionally find myself doing the hand action subconsciously, even though I no longer carry the umbrella.