Breaking Habits

Today is the day I tore down the walls—the day I broke free of my chains to see all that has been passing me by throughout the years. I've done my best to manicure out of my consciousness the lion's share of superstitions, some of which literally concern lions.

I no longer believe that walking to the toilet in the correct number of steps is a crucial facet of existence—nor also that being in the same room as the flushing toilet released the monsters from the darkness void of darkness (don’t even pretend that you weren’t scared of this as a kid!).

I was never really able to defeat the notion that we are, all of us, attached to an overarching mystical machine which choreographs our lives according to a set of inscrutable laws which define a heretofore undiscovered school of psychic physics.

Today I received my communion at church in the hand rather than directly on the tongue—something about flu season and the wrath of the pig virus. Of course I felt dirty for no less than an hour, but the universe was not put asunder, and that vengeful mystical machine that connects all living things to my quirky habits did not act. This was a relief.

So, I'm getting better. In general. But there's really no way else to express it: I believe in ghosts.

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In the olden days we would rub Josh's head for good luck...unfortunately it looks like since his is broken currently, the Patriots will be losing their first playoff game--and against the Ravens no less. Basically, what I'm saying, Josh, is that its all your fault.

For your viewing pleasure: Is it a Good Idea to Microwave This?

"Silence and Valor"
-B