one size (doesn't) fits all

it's really hard to let go our old ways, when they can no longer be kept. we might go every day to the very same pub, till the day it is closed down. then we find another one, but it's not the same. the coffee doesn't taste the same, the ice cubes on the double scotch are not shaped as they should be, we don't fit in the chair, the waitress' smile doesn't fit on us. yet it's funny that we can miss the old habits and become dependant of new ones we get in the meanwhile. and sometimes, that meanwhile takes little more than a heartbeat.