yeah, i'll admit to some...
Yes, I am a person with habits. Nothing too weird, or unmentionable, but habits nonetheless.
Whenever I find a stray hair elastic or barrette around the house, instead of putting it away, I either pocket it, or worse, put it in my hair. Not necessarily properly either. One more than one ocassion, I have walked out of the house with a lone ponytail coming from the top of my head. Likewise, I have had cheap, plastic barrettes holding back my hair and no one even bothers to point it out. I get weird looks... but no kind reminders that they are still in my hair.
I am not a greatly organized person, but I know where my papers are. Yet, I fear that I am going to be one of those older people, who, after they die, are later revealled to be housing roomfuls of newspaper clippings, workbooks, and looseleaf binder paper. I know what's in them, and I know why there are important enough for me to keep around, but nobody else does, or probably ever will. My sister likens me to the guy in se7en... with the journals filled with undecipherable pages of tiny handwritten messages. She refuses to be the one named in my will who will have to take care of my aftereffects.
No matter how oddly I look at my child when she does something weird... I know that it is something that she takes after me in doing so... we have the strangest facial expressions that usually follow something funny that we both say or do . And our expressions when vexed are exactly the same. Already she has a line in the middle of her forehead, that matches mine. It's scary when your daily habits are carved into your own face.
That's just a few of them, but like everyone else, I know that they are not the only habits that I have.