Something I do that is undeniably villainous:
... I mean, you have all seen my resting face. I have a wide array of expressions and none of them scream 'innocence'.
Something I do that is admittedly less villainous:
I compulsively thank flowers out loud when I cut them for my arrangements, then kiss them and thank them again before putting them to rest in the yard once they have fully wilted.
If I were to force myself to stop this practice, I know for a fact that I would feel crippling guilt about it.











