“An expert is a person who avoids small error as he sweeps on to the grand fallacy.”
When I first got out of college, I rebelled against the system. For four years, I’d been forced to keep my room clean, straight, and spotless, and was subject to unannounced inspections. Failing those inspections could have meant I’d lose the privilege to leave West Point on weekends (freedom to travel was a privilege at West Point), so, despite my inner tendency to be a packrat and a slob, I managed to survive all four years without demerits based on the (lack of) cleanliness in my room.
So, upon obtaining freedom from inspections, my pendulum swung a long way in the other direction. I was still clean, but I was definitely disorderly. One of my worst habits was letting mail pile up. For weeks. I had other things to do in my spare time, like watching television and sleeping, so I couldn’t be bothered with the hassle of mail.
This habit lasted for a couple of months until two things happened: 1) my Mom made fun of me for having a pile of unopened mail – this would provide her with ammunition for ridicule for years, and 2) I got late fees on credit card bills because I was late in paying them.
Scorn from your mother is one thing. Shelling out additional money to Visa is another matter entirely.