Piggybacking on the tobacco thread, I have thought much about my previous smoking habit and my current chewing habit. I equated chewing to stress relief in the office, but I also look at both my smoking and chewing as a tool to quell boredom.
During my last couples years which have presonally been dominated by a profound inner session of self-discovery, I found that many of my habits have been rooted in boredom.
I chew my finger nails too. I have since I was 5. It is hard not to, as I realize that when I bite my nails, I don't even realize I am doing it anymore. However, there have been times in my recent past when I subconsciouly did NOT chew my nails. The first was in the wake of my best friend's suicide in 2007, the second, was when I took my current job, a job in which my planning role vastly expanded in a smaller office.
Snacking also plays a role. I harken back to my youth when I would tell my mother I was hungry, only to hear You're just bored as a reply. However, I have a mighty big sweet tooth and as I try to stay away from sugary treats, I realize that this habit may be attributed to my grandmother. Grandma lived 2 miles north of me growing up and offered a more of a traditional motherly role than my own mother. I was often with Grandma growing up which of course led to my eating whatever candy I wanted. As I explore my own relationship with my mother, past and current, I realize that my eating candy now may be a way to seek the comfort that being with my grandmother offered.
So what about you? What is the reason you do what you do?