Yesterday, sitting at a picnic table in Sag Harbor, supping on chowder and watching boats bob the way boats do, a few friends and I wandered into the most compelling conversation. What, one friend asked, do you compulsively do but rarely admit to?
We started out rather lamely. Yes, it's true, I can't see a clock that says 11:11 without rushing some wish, but it got better and better. There was the, uhm, dirty sock sniffer, and then another who shudders in delight whenever she finds herself inside a public restroom. I confessed that I can spend long hours trolling Weight Watchers message boards (yes, I really am that interested in the Fiber count of Kavli) and that there are times when I can think of nothing more relaxing.
Anyway, it got me going, and now I want to hear everyone's private compulsions (or public! Who cares--I'm hungry for confessions!). What is it, dear reader, that you compulsively do but rarely admit to?
Anonymous replies are welcome.