Vice City.

Off the top of my head I struggle to think of any of my own vices.
It’s not something I spend a lot of time contemplating.

I used to think a vice was a way of escape…but faced with ‘Vice’ as this weeks topic I thought I had best google it…
‘Vice is a practice or habit that is considered immoral, depraved, and/or degrading in the associated society. In more minor usage, vice can refer to a fault, a defect, an infirmity, or merely a bad habit.’ {http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vice#Examples_of_vices}
It then follows with a list of examples: Alcoholism, bigotry, child sacrifice, homosexuality, secretiveness…secretiveness-
At last something that seems relatable… This must be a vice of mine.
I am certainly guilty of this particular trait {Fault? Personality flaw?} But does it make me a depraved being?

Is my almost peverse addiction to tea a vice?
How about my incessant need to envelope myself in books and movies …does this qualify as a vice?

What about things I merely think about? Like my constant want for a bird tattoo on my left wrist…a thought that is constantly on my mind….or my quiet infatuation with classic cars?

What are my vices? Indecisiveness probably qualifies. Maybe fear? Pragmatism? Laziness? Hermit-ness? Unknowingness

I will settle for that….To be frank I don’t mind not knowing my vices….I think it’s better that way…
On the other hand I am realising a very real vice of mine- My obvious obsession with hypothetical questions…I mean what’s up with that?