There’s always talk about habits like cutting, binging, drinking, ect on here.. But what good habits do you have?
Umm I guess for me, Whenever I text Zoe it’s really easy for me to tell what kind if mood she’s in. I can always tell when she’s upset by the way she texts. Another habit is I meditating at least 3 times a week.
So what about you?
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I have a habit of visiting SP website.
I’ve gotten into poetry quite recently (which I know probably makes me the cliched fat, bearded, suicidal white dude that writes poetry – next I’ll be buying a beret, right?) and am finding it to be a good outlet.
I’ve also made a friend or two through SP that are there for me to email when I need to unload and don’t judge. It works reciprocally and is somewhat helpful.
Then there’s commenting here.
There, 3 good habits of mine.
Bathing. Sad to say that one took a bit to commit to. I research things before I trust my own thoughts and feelings. I hunt down the most delicious baked goods and eat them for dinner with organic whole milk.
I clip my fingernails every two hours. Clean everything in sight at least once a day. Feed my cats and change their litter like clockwork. Sometimes I go to this jogging trail and throw little pebbles at the joggers from a catwalk that goes over the trail. I figure that’s doing something positive for the world at large right there.
I’m still ‘on’ you could say, I never flicked the switch off. Which means I still function as if my life depended on it. I’ll need that relentless pursuance to live in the next few months because without it I’ll give up. I keep my personal grooming habits about me, but usually shave every now and then as opposed to every single day. More importantly, I try to keep together my friendships with others. For without them, I’m fucked.
@bf
why do you put down poetry ?…good poetry reveals our true souls
as the great poet Shelley said, ‘poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world’
I always clean my room every few days, it’s a therapeutic process, I can’t stand having a messy room. I recently reorganized things, installing another bookcase for my plethora of books. My room is one of my most cherished possessions if it can account for one, it’s embellished to my heart’s content and something I feel very comfortable and secure within. Plus it smells freakin’ great because of all the scented candles, you see I have a thing for scented candles, have over 70 in my room. Such beautiful things <3
I have a whole bunch of random watercolor and oil paintings that I bought at thrift stores, all hanging on my walls. Also a picture of a goat, a picture of a bunch of walruses, a guitar, and some random trinkets that dangle and jangle about when the cats go on a conniption fit about something. Everything in it’s place… except the cats. They’re impossible to organize. Just refuse to stand still for more than 2 seconds.
Good habits? Hmm. Well, I chill here, play guitar, go to classes…the monotony never ends.
Although, since I’m no longer in high school (and thus not part of the whole “band geek” crowd), I’ve been subjected – er, I’ve had the pleasure – of playing guitar with people in their 60s and 70s, which is sometimes fun but more often than not is a train wreck.
I read, mostly whatever the hell I want – bestsellers, nonfiction, Harry Potter fan fiction (yes, I read that stuff), etc. Haven’t written anything; my writing skills are far too poor for anything interesting.
And of course, obsess over suicide, like everyone else on here.