A friend of mine cracks her knuckles. She knows it's bad for her, and that eventually she'll get arthritis because of it, and that it is disruptive to her friends, but she still does it because it is habitual and it feels good. Part of me envies her, as I have never been able to crack my knuckles except by pulling on them, and even then only some of the time.
A few nights ago as I was in bed trying to fall asleep, I had the strangest desire to suck my thumb. I was never EVER a thumb-sucker (possibly the reason why my teeth never needed straightening). But at that moment I thought suddenly to do it, that it would feel good and comforting. I didn't do it. Because then I would have been a 26-year-old guy who sucks his thumb. Wait a minute — I'm only 25. That's the second time tonight I thought I was 26. What's going on? Hmm, anyway... So I didn't end up sucking my thumb, but I did push my body and face further into the corner my bed makes with the wall, and pulled extra sheets over me. I fell asleep eventually.
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