u/Waste_Drawer_5606 — reddlx

Stretch and exercise. The little thing that will help you.

It was a user from this sub under the name of u/q03o that made a post a while ago recommending us to massage our jaw. I just wanna give my thanks to him. Although I didn't practice jaw massage, the post reminds me to pick up stretching as a habit. It has been a week since I started, I've feel quite the improvement to my body. What I feel the most is feeling fresh right out of bed. I stretch before sleep and after. It's a trick so I don't make up excuses to avoid it.

I started accompanying my morning with light exercise too. A set of push up and squat is a good starting point. I'm incorporating this slow, as slow as possible to not overwhelm myself with changes. I kept dropping habits due to that reason. I figure that for this one, I shouldn't abandon.

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u/Waste_Drawer_5606 — 1 day ago

▲ 2 r/hikikomori

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktprPL9EoyY

Might not be relatable, but I used to go to boarding school for a year after high school. It was my last attempt to avoid real life. The boarding school was that of a religious one located on a rural mountain in Yogyakarta. My hometown was just a tiny bit far of about 900 km. Yup, it was literally in another island.

Buses were the most economically viable way to travel across provinces for me at the time, and so that's what I used throughout my back and forth to the boarding school. The bus would took you to the harbor, go inside the ferry ship, go down, and then continue driving to Yogyakarta. In just one year, I took about 6 bus trips. There are.... vacation day off and such.

Idk, I just feel nostalgic about buses. I'm itchy to talk about my past a lot. There's just so many memorable stuff that I experience. I supposed with a mind like me, even bad experiences becomes nostalgic for some reason. I'm sure some of you also relate to this part.

u/Waste_Drawer_5606 — 21 days ago

▲ 6 r/hikikomori

As of late, I've been a bag of potatoes. I don't enjoy food anymore like I used to, music has become mere noises, and I hate whatever I created. I used to have a lot of fun drawing, now I hate whatever shape I made. Wven finished drawings doesn't give me the same pride as it used to.

I jerked off. Of fucking course I am. But, it's kinda pointless. High and low, it's like a chore. Tiring my soul. I think I'm dried. Emotionally, not that I lack cum or anything.

I'm thinking, maybe exercise is a good start. I tried being consistent at the beginning of this year. But if being consistent is my trait, I wouldn't be a loser rn. But it's a nice idea to get back at it. The uneasiness and hardship will make the simple pleasures enjoyable again.

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u/Waste_Drawer_5606 — 22 days ago