Today's list is a variation on a theme offered by Christopher Bea — he had suggested favorite foods and drinks that are bad for me, but that's too narrow. My life is full of self-destructive self-indulgences, and since I plan to spend August trying to reform my ways, I'll name a few of them here.
What's not on this list? Caffeine: I need it, I love it, I have the equivalent of three cups a day (a triple-shot skim latte, first thing in the morning), and I refuse to believe it is bad for me. Alcohol: I don't drink every day, and rarely have more than two drinks in an evening, and all the research says it's good for me. Chocolate: don't care much about it, and too much of it gives me a terrible headache. Leave your own favorite vices in the comments section.
1. Solitude. People ask all the time why I moved from Los Angeles to Gardiner, and I say that it's because they don't actually let you be an anchoress any more. The truth is that I enjoy my own company very much, and socializing with others requires energy and accountability. Catholic mythology aside, nothing is virtuous about solitude. Solitude lets you get away with stuff society would never put up with, and solitude increases productivity only if you're working to deadlines. I spend too much time by myself, it's not good for me, and it needs to change.
2. Procrastination. Related to but separate from #1. Sometimes it's laziness, sometimes it's distraction, very often it's fear, but there's no reason in the world I should procrastinate as much as I do, unless it's a secret addiction to the adrenalin rush of having to get it all done at the last minute. Oh, wait. I may have just stumbled onto an essential secret truth about my life . . . is it possible that I am addicted to that hunted feeling? Not only possible, but likely. Sigh.
3. Jumbo gum drops. Random, but every couple of months I have an overwhelming craving for those big gum drops. The smaller spice drops do nothing for me; it's about texture as much as the artificial "fruit" flavors. The ones in the shape of orange slices don't work, either; they have to be the big domes.
4. Cheese curls. Puffed, not crunchy. Cheez Doodles are the original and best. I can't have them in the apartment, because once the bag's open, they're gone.
5. "House" reruns. My latest addiction. The many wonders of Hugh Laurie aside, the message of "House" is that it's okay to be a terrible human being if you're really smart and good at your job. This is NOT a message I need fed to me ten times a week. (Seriously; if I wanted to, I could probably watch more than a dozen episodes of "House" a week. And sometimes, I really, really want to.)