I think it’s time that I fess up. Come clean. Bare my soul and throw open the door to the closet that holds my deepest, darkest skeletons.
Forgive me, readers, for I have sinned. Not once, not twice, but daily, multiple times a day, often up to six or seven times in just one minute. So many of you think well of me, yet I keep this shame hidden deep within my breast. I cannot keep it a secret any longer, for like the heart beating below the floorboards, my sin will surely make itself known.
I put two spaces after a period.
I do. I really do. I know I shouldn’t. I know that Current Usage has declared it verboten, but I can’t stop myself. Every time I poke down one of those little dots, my right thumb automatically does a quick double-bang on the space bar. When I try to control it, all those extra, unused spaces back up, clog my thought process, until I’m hopelessly blocked and my prose requires triple bypass surgery.
I’ve tried time after time to quit, but I just can’t handle the withdrawal. I need my fix of double spaces.
How can something so wrong feel so, so right?