A lesson in futility.

There's a trait of mine that borders on compulsion, but luckily for me, I've got it pretty much under control. Very few people even know about it. (Deep breath) So here it is:
I've got this thing about ice.
For some reason, when i see it, i feel compelled to melt it. Especially if it's in the sink. I'm not sure why (maybe my shrink could tell you), but i feel it necessary to turn on the hot water and stand there until it's gone. Or maybe just stand there until I've put a good dent in the volume of ice, maybe half gone. I'm not sure why this is. Knowing me, I would imagine that I would appreciate the lower entropy of the ice. Or maybe respect the work it took to organize all those water molecules. Nope, not the case. I just want to see them melted, and out of my damn sink. Maybe this doesn't appear much in your life, but our sink at work will acquire ice once or twice a day. In the break-room sink will appear, maybe once a month, this huge block of ice. I don't have the kind of time it would take to melt that thing, but if I'm waiting for coffee to brew, I'll turn on the hot tap, and start to burrow a hole through the middle.
But it's not just sinks. Walking on the sidewalk when there are chunks of snow and slush around, I just want to step on them! in order to aid in their melting.
Anyway, I thought of this as i ran on the lake front path today. I did 12 miles through the snow and slush, occasionally intentionally stepping on a chunk that needed help to get back to liquid form and get the hell off the path. I'm happy this little tendency of mine is staying on the "borders on compulsive" side or I would have lost my mind out there. Surely, I would have to leave Chicago. Maybe go back to SD.