My oldest account is at 9 years 10 months at the moment. Was a lurker for a time before that too. I haven't deleted my accounts out of concern of my comments reappearing, but I've kept any interaction with that site at a minimum.

Most of the time, I just check to see if any comments resurfaced, or if I've got a love letter from the admins. Neither has happened so far, but I'm not sure it won't happen. Until then, I will keep scrubbing my accounts.

I don't see myself returning there. I've lost any desire to do so, and my old, yet scrubbed accounts will serve as a reminder never to interact with that site ever again. Peek, if I must, but never interact.

Low salary, with great state of mental well-being. So long as my finances can still maintain that "great state of mental well-being."

But you know, there's a case to be made for enduring that high-salary, low-happiness lifestyle just for enough time to save up, and then switch to the low-salary, high-happiness life. I am not sure I can endure that though.

On a more practical sense, someone once told me that discipline and habit is far more important than motivation once things are properly rolling. Motivation might be the spark that gotten things rolling, but it's discipline and habit that keeps it going. (And that I ought to listen to that advice myself.)

However, in a more philosophical sense, I think accepting that you've lost your own spark and facing that very question “how does one be alive?” with the intent of reigniting that lost spark is pretty much facing the absurd. That facing that question every waking day of one's life, answering that question for every moment, is pretty much the point. Whether or not the answer makes sense (in the moment or otherwise) or not is irrelevant, because the value is not in the answer, but in the way we face it.

It could be that for today, I could face it by making a slight detour in my daily commute and allowing myself to get lost on the way home, for example. It could be that for some other day, just as an example, I could choose to face it by not wearing any underwear during a work zoom meeting, relishing on that danger of being exposed. Or it could be as trivial as making pancit by using spaghetti. Or making spaghetti by using pancit bihon. All trivial things in the big picture, but if it makes my day any little more tolerable, then so be it.

And is that a bad thing? The womb is a dark, warm, and comforting place. A place for us to get ready for the bright wide world outside.

Lemm.ee seems to be down right now.

That's my Subscriptions feed, sorted by hot. This is the only post that's about that orangered site.

PS: Oh, if you're wondering, yeah, that's from Lemm.ee I am using my lemmy.world account right now to make this comment though.

Wouldn't that end up as porn?

Thanks for this tip. I'll keep this in mind the next time I'd literally touch grass (like a camping trip or sth), lol!

Hahaha! Touché. I've had none. I've some weird thoughts as I drift off to sleep though.

I sometimes listen to music or watch videos in the shower. I double-bag it in clear plastic bags, and then put it in a safe location. When I change songs or videos, I‌ can interact with the screen like normal. Maybe it's just my phone or the plastic bags I use--maybe both?

I use something like below, minus the ziplock:

I suppose there are actual products meant for making phones more waterproof in these situations, but I didn't bother looking for those.

I've used my smartphone in the shower a handful of times already, but I usually take steps to double bag it (put it in a clear plastic bag upside down first, fold the excess, then put it in another clear plastic bag the right way up this time). I also just let it play music/video so that I can listen/watch while I shower.

It feels like a luxury to me when I do that.

It's not just OPs strange and mysterious predicament that has made this thread epic, but also the genuine efforts of some of us to help OP in the midst of wild, off the wall, guessing.

And then there's the misplaced reply that ended up in the perfect place.

And I'm glad to have seen it first hand.