2023-07-15: borrowings

every now and then i'm struck by how many of my parents' rituals, habits, and loves i carry with me. there's the big stuff; the decision to take up guitar, which i've referenced elsewhere, which i was first prodded to try by my mother (and a few years later, by a cute girl). i was sixteen, and i was young and dumb and surly, and it didn't stick, though when i picked it up in my twenties, something fundamentally changed, and i've played it almost daily since.

but besides guitar, there are other things. a drink before supper, usually a finger of whisky; coffee after supper, made in the moka pot. i have an armchair in the corner of the living room where i do my reading. i often forget my glasses, and when gently chided about it by my partner, reply back that i barely even need them (this is, of course, a lie).

to say nothing of how much of me i owe to friends. and so on.

it reminds me of this tumblr post i saw a while ago:

Tumblr post: have you ever noticed how you pick up little habits and phrases from the people you love? it's no wonder our hearts are so easily broken when people leave. we become a reflection of the  people we care about and those personality traits stick with us even if the people don't

(originally referenced here, but who knows how long twitter'll be around for)