when I was a kid I wished I had nosebleeds. I had some friends who had them and I was like. that looks so fucking cool. you’re just sitting there and suddenly you’re covered in blood. it looks so dramatic. it looks so… and here my language failed me. at such a humble age I did not have the vocabulary to describe the sublime. I just sat in incomprehensible jealousy. I turned out totally normal by the way
people in books and tv shows are always getting so upset they throw an untouched meal in the trash. that would never be me. i’d receive the worst news of my life and still be like Let me put this in the fridge.
As part of her social media detox this girl on YouTube made herself do one hour of understimulating tasks every day and she just counted rice for 60 minutes straight because its no different from doomscrolling in terms of wasted time
When I say this changed my life. Every time I’m on my phone I ask myself Is this different from counting rice for one hour ? and if the answer is no I go find something else to do. It works well because it’s not about conforming to productivity standards or about moralizing digital hobbies it’s just an honest reflection on whether tomorrow I will be glad I spent my time this way and then acting accordingly. The rice paradigm
