My father was a diplomat for a while and that led my siblings and I being educated in different countries. Between us we have been to schools in Sierra Leone, Yugoslavia and England. As a basic standard we spoke English most of the time. But I do remember my father decided one day to speak to us in Fante: our local Ghanaian language. This he did often at first and then consistently.
So I tend to translate in my mind from Fante to English.
This can be very amusing in some instances. However, today on a serious note lets talk about habits.
When necessary, my father would warn me in Fante, that my behavior would stick to me or be stuck with me.
It’s not just the person who gets hooked, the habit also hooks itself on you.
Here’s an abstract thought: the habit refuses or is unable to quit.