Habits.

I don't like habits. You can do something everyday, or think something everyday, but then a point in time might come along that necessitates that that behavior stops. So, you stop and every thing's going just peachy. You have a new habit to roll with, but then you fall back into the old habit on accident. Just for a few seconds, but its enough. You jump back at the recurrence, you are appalled with yourself, but it felt normal, it felt right. Like when you go back to your old elementary school. It't not your school, you don't attend there, you don't have someone you're meeting there, you're not helping out with something there, you're just there, and it feels like home. But this home, its like a dark creepy old dusty mansion, that follows me down the road. I'm steping through the threshold of a new house, a very nice clean and comforting house, but then this nasty one pops up behind me like a bad dream and has flashing lights and a megaphone so I can't escape. It will take me inside, lock me up for just a few moments of agony and terror, then just let me go. I'm free to walk out, and leave it behind on the other side of the street. The house waves pleasantly and says "Nice to see you again. Come back and visit", and I think "Yeah right, I'm never coming back here" Then a few weeks later, the house gets angry that I haven't come to visit. Then I get locked up again. Sometimes I go to the house but stay inside. I sit in the garden for a little bit. I stay and chat with the house, have a few laughs, then I leave. The house beckons me to come and visit again, and I don't. It gets angry again. I wish the old house could leave me alone and be happy. I love this new house. I don't plan on moving any time soon. I wish I could lock myself in this new house so I couldn't be ripped back to the old house. But the old house would find away. It would break a window, find a back door, sneak down the chimney. I can't escape. I'm being haunted by ghosts that tried to get rid of me. I hate the irony. I hate the old house's power of saying 'accio ginny!' and having me pop up inside. I hate this fucking retarded metaphor.  And the god damned chair! And indoor plumbing! Gyod fucking dammit!