Doesn’t need to be anything major. Even minor everyday annoyances count.
Dermatitis. Go to the fucking doctors you goobers, stop reading shit on the internet.
My love for croissants was triggering my IBS and, in France, there’s at least one bakery every two blocks. I’ve since moved to the UK and, “magically”, I’m not as painfully bloated as before. Who would’ve thought? 😅
If you’re eating a croissant every 2 blocks, and to you’re bloated, that’s not IBS, that’s just eating like an American.
Horizontal ridges on the nails of my thumbs. I was suspecting everything from vitamin deficiency to cancer, but it turned out to be self-inflicted. It was due to my tendency to tear the skin on my fingers when I’m anxious. Somehow it just never occurred to me, despite how my fingers looked.
Another, slightly awkward one is the so-called “after-dribble” many men deal with - you keep getting piss stains on your underwear after taking a leak no matter how hard you try to shake it dry. I dealt with it for years until someone online mentioned that pressing the area behind the scrotum forward helps “milk” it empty. That person has no idea how big an impact that single comment made on my life.
As for keeping houseplants, what I do differently now that keeps them not just alive but thriving is soaking them completely - basically letting the pot sit in water for 12 to 24 hours, then letting it dry out fully so the top soil is dry and the pot feels light before soaking it again. I have a plastic pot with drain holes inside a decorative clay pot without any. Whenever I water it, I take out a marble from the pot and leave it on the windowsill next to it as a reminder not to leave the plant sit in water for multiple days. This kills the plant.
Last January, I met a Senegalese man online. Soon after, he paid for me to visit him. I came back to the US for a bit, but then left again to get married, and I’ve been in Senegal ever since. I’m 22, and before this, I had never even left my home state; I was just working as a waitress and doing side gigs. I had a massive fear of missing out and always dreamed of an adventurous life. When this opportunity arose, I thought, “Fuck it.” It felt dangerous, but I couldn’t handle another “what if” caused by my anxiety. I dropped everything and went with the wind. For the first time in my life, I feel fulfilled.
