Yeah, I got some habits. And I'm unrepentant - I'm old enough that if they're still here - and they are - they're probably not going anywhere.
Let's get the good one out of the way and then we can have some fun.
I'm a reader, and always have been. I bought my first book - Alfred Bester's "The Stars My Destination" - when I was 12, and I've been devouring them ever since. My good habit is reading almost every night for a couple of hours before I go to sleep. It's not the perfect habit - I'm a recreational reader and stay away from self-help and motivational books. My preferences are for fiction - especially science fiction, with a smattering of humor, adventure and spy fiction and the occasional non-fiction. I have always loved immersing myself in different worlds and world views - it has widened my perspective and I've learned a lot - both useful and not-so-much - from my reading.
For my other types of habits - the bad and ugly ones - I consulted the world's leading authority on the topic - my wife and partner Mary. She had a lot of suggestions, including chomping my gum, leaving lights on, and forgetting to put Mario's goat's milk (😝) back in the fridge. But those are pretty minor, and she decided on two others that bother her a lot more.
My "bad" habit is providing a running commentary for the TV programs Mary is watching. I don't think this would be much of a problem if she had different viewing habits, but she watches way too much real estate reality TV for me to remain silent. And even so, I think my comments - a brilliant mix of sarcasm, cynicism, and mockery - are better entertainment than her regular programming. But, as Mary is always quick to remind me, I'm apparently not as funny as I think I am.
My ugly habit is best seen while I'm driving in traffic, especially here in northern Colorado, where the world's slowest drivers are found. I'm an impatient person, and those who impede my progress - meaning pretty much everyone in front of me - are subjected to a constant stream of obscenities, abuse and speculations about parentage and brain function. Fortunately, I mostly channel my rage into these verbal assaults rather than more physical manifestations like the one-finger salute - although that's not always the case. And more fortunately, I haven't been run off the road or shot by anyone yet. My only real concern about this habit is keeping it well tamped down when I'm driving clients around or when Mary is talking to a client on the phone when riding with me.
So what am I doing about these, um, let's just call them "less-attractive" habits - bad and ugly are such judgmental words, don't you think? Well, I'm just employing a classic Old Fart move and making them someone else's problem. They're mostly Mary's at this point, but get to know me better and they could be your problems too.