Log #7

What I read this week is about different kinds of loopholes toward forming a good habit, including “moral licensing loopholes”, “tomorrow loopholes”, “false choice loopholes”, “lack of control loopholes” and etc. A loophole is an argument for why we should be excused from following a good habit. As for me, “tomorrow loophole” is definitely what I always indulge myself in. The reason is that I often think now doesn’t matter, because I’m going to follow good habits tomorrow. This bad habit actually influences me a lot, which somehow makes me become a procrastinator. In addition, not only does the author say that the strategy of monitoring paints a brighter picture, but also convince me that the real aim isn’t to enjoy a few pleasure right now, but to build habits that make us happy over the long term.  

Before yesterday, I merely knew that habits were important to form and maintain. Not until yesterday did I thoroughly and shockingly realize that they can absolutely affect literally “a life.” Something serious and shocking just happened yesterday, which was also the day when I came back home from Taipei. That is, my uncle killed his wife, who was my aunt, by thrusting her with a knife after a serious quarrel. What a piece of heart-breaking news to be heard by the moment I got home. This incident kept repeatedly reporting on TV and newspapers. I’ve never ever thought that this kind of tragedy could have happened in my own life. Moreover, I could hardly fall asleep with tears keeping falling down unconsciously. It’s undoubted to have a broken heart when someone we’re familiar with passed away, not to mention that she was even killed by someone we know. The reason why my uncle went out of his mind is that he actually had mental diseases without a good “habit” of having medicine. Besides, he considered himself as a mentally-healthy person and told me that he was merely under too much stress. His unwillingness to admit not being normal made me lose my aunt, his craziness made a happy family break apart and his impulsion deprived a kind person of our family. This misfortune completely robbed their children of happiness. To tell the truth, my uncle had already had several syndromes before but my aunt had already formed the “habit” of persuading herself “tomorrow is another day, and it’s going to be better.” Unexpectedly, this dreadful habit cost her a life and her husband’s life in prison.  

Honestly, I’m still shocked by the news till now and I rather choose to believe that it was a nightmare. Life is life. Hardly could I imagine a meager habit could influence so much. Habits are definitely something that we cannot ignore.