Some time ago a young person obtained a "pet" which they took  home with them. Now, possessing this "pet" was considered by many to be different things. To some it was  as a sign of maturity to others it was thought of as a badge of coolness, there were those who felt it helped them concentrate, relax, stay focused and take their mind off worrying subjects.  this was "the" must have pet. 

People from all walks of life owned this pet,  respectable, intelligent, professional people, hard working honest people, perfectly ordinary normal people.

The "pets" were seen as an excellent ice breaker at social gatherings. One could offer to feed a strangers "pet"  who could return the gesture by contributing "food" to they're "pet" .

Alternatively when alone, one could pass the time feeding their own "pet" , and when they've had it long enough they give "it" its own special name, it's called "their habit". 

( Here, the words Your, My and Our, suggests ownership. Your habit, my habit, our habit, but does the individual own the habit or does the habit now own them?)

Some people have pet names for their habit, some now call it "My drug of choice". 

Choice is a funny word isn't it, some people put it in strange places don't they? My drug of "choice"

Try putting it in the next sentence: 

If I fall out of a window on the 15th floor of a building, when I hit the ground, whether I live or die will be my ------(Fits just as good here as in the above) 

In the beginning when they acquired the "pet"  it only required feeding sometimes. Some people fed theirs more often, but every one made a point of letting everyone else know they controlled their  "pets" or "habit's" intake.

At first the  "habit" only occupied a small part of their home, say a corner of a closet, but what they didn't notice was, that the more they fed the "habit" the  greater it became.  Another things they hadn't noticed was this  "habit" produced an awful lot of waste, it was thick, sticky,  and smelly and as the   "habit" was getting bigger it need more room in the house. It was now making  demands on them, it wanted fed when it chose, and this is often at inconvenient times, during work, meals, social occasions, cinema, in front of the children and people who disapprove of the  "habit" It became a very greedy "habit" maintaining it became a full time job. 

If you don't feed it, it gets angry and begins to scratch real hard at the door and makes a screeching noise.  If you try and ignore it, it scratches louder, faster and screeches angrily and threateningly. You don't know what this angry  "habit" can do if you don't feed it, the noise and scratching frightens you and this makes you shaky, sweaty, and agitated.  You can't tell people because they would say you were stupid to obtain the "habit" in the first place.  So you don't tell them. You seek out your own kind, you look for other  "habit" owners who will understand the needs of a "habit"  You either feed the  " habits" or blame the rest of the world for making you shaky, sweaty and angry.

It gets so bad you submit to demands of this malignant, malevolent, murdering creature, who will continue to grow and occupy your home, and produce that vile thick, smelly, sticky substance that in time contaminates your home to the extent that it can no longer be occupied by anyone. 

Not even you. 

This goes on until you meet a wizard  who tells you the  secret, and the secret is this: The  "Habit" has no power at all . 

It never was any benefit to you, it never had the power to give you the things you believed it did the confidence the focus the street cred. It was a lie The lie was invented by the  creators of the "habit". 

If you don't feed it, all that will happen is that it will die. 

The scratching and screeching was all bluff, the  "habit" had you fooled, the danger to you was in feeding it and keeping it alive. 

Dead  it can't do any more harm than it's already done.

You should  be happy when it is scratching, because that's when you are in front. (Believe it)  The harder it scratches and screeches, the nearer death it is,  it will become quiet then die and there's nothing more harmless than a completely dead habit.

The only way to kill it is to refuse to feed it.  

AND IT WILL DIE

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