When you try to break
a bad habit
Through habit reversal
training
They make you track when,
where, and how many times you do the thing
My tracking data revealed:
the bathroom
I have my own bathroom
My own private sanctum
My safe space
And yet, it is where I commit my bad habit the most
Maybe I only feel safe
to be “bad” in my bathroom, away from judging eyes
With a boundary of understanding that I am not to be
disturbed Or so I thought
When your bathroom
is in your parents’ house,
It is not really your own.
People talking to me through the door is one of my pet peeves.
I have mentioned it before.
“Can it not wait until I am done peeing?!
I can’t hear you!”
I don’t only use my bathroom for bathroom things.
The illusion of
uninterrupted solitude
I get caught up in flights
of fancy.
In the middle of a really
good daydream,
There’s a knock on the door,
“DINNER’S READY!!!”
Maurice, fotografia analogica a colori, 10 x 15 cm, 2011, Roma