Still Like The Boy of Old

Some of the habits that have carried over into my adulthood.
Delaying my trip to the bathroom to produce number 2 because it creates a pleasant sensation holding it above the ring of my anus.
Picking my nose for boogers because it is  easier than having to always go for a tissue.
Being lost in a daze, staring at walls as if it was the desk in my middle school math class.
Going on for hours about the things that I am passionate about when no one has the attention for it.
The voice of the little teacher.
Not always being able to voice what I want to say and making noises instead or breathing heavy.
It's so funny how much of this has stayed with me.