I’ve decided to succumb to my deep dark secret addiction (just this one time), and find myself back at the mother ship (a.k.a. Burger King Drive-Thru) picking up some extra large fries. I convince the guy to fix me a fresh hot batch – after all, if I’m going to succumb, might as well make it worthwhile!

Out of nowhere I find myself asking for mustard instead of ketchup, and I’m suddenly taken aback at where that came from … HE used to eat his fries like that, as did yours truly when we were together. A bad habit I had picked up back then (him included). I can’t even remember when I’d given up on the mustard habit; I must have erased it from my memory (along with him I suppose).

I wonder is it purely our subconscious or do we consciously hold on to little tidbits from our past? Little reminders that every experience in life, whether good or bad, leaves its mark on you. I wonder how big a part of our quirks and mannerisms, is actually a result of what we’ve picked up from our past relationships? Certain words, particular tastes, little annoyances?  

No, I’ve not gone existential on you, but it is nice to know that after all that’s said and done (and yelled and screamed), that little things can end up bringing a smile to your face down the line.

As I leave you to ponder that fabulous revelation, I’ll get back to those fries of mine … and let me tell you, they taste damn good with mustard!