Locuralacura @ Locuralacura @lemm.ee

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I'm old now, I don't even drink beer anymore. I don't go somewhere unless I already know someone there. My adventure days are behind me, hopefully. Thanks tho.

I love swimming because of the rhythm, the breathing, the form and it feels like flying. It's also very quiet. Like the noise of the world goes away first. And eventually, when I find my rhythm, my brain stops it's busyness. People tell me this about running, but running just hurts my knees a bit.

A. Riding a freight train from Midwest to California. 3 day trip, very crazy.

B. Taking a motorcycle trip to a small tribal village in Thailand, smoking bong rips with a Buddhist monk, slaughtering a pig and eating it raw, drinking homemade rice hootch until blacking out. Hiking around drunkenly accidentally ending up in Burma, running away from the Burmese military. Them chasing me until I got back to the village.

C. Getting bitten by a unknown spider in Nicaragua, swollen, blistering boil, feverish, infection. Taking a bus to san salvador, then quezaltenango Guatemala, doctor cutting a blister open and pushing out the puss, excruciating pain. Then after days of it not healing, going to a local hotspring, dunking my arm in steaming hot lithium water, and basically watching the infection fall out in one massive puss ball leaving a gaping hole in my arm.

I tried to downvote but clicked on the wrong button like six times. So here, angry Upvote for you!

Have you ever tried swimming? No sweat, no loudness, great cardio.

Yeah, but reposting from reddit is like putting on a video of a great conversation at a cool party. We're watching the tv, not participating in our own party. Idk seems desperate.

Does swimming, yoga, biking and gardening count as exercise, or are we strictly taking about big muscle workout?

One could only dream such a thing existed. I'd name it steely wheel booo booooo fire eyes.

I remember intellivision. I played pit fall. God damn that makes me feel old

I lived in China and don't speak Chinese. I ordered what I thought was a cheese pizza. It turned out to be durian pizza. I tried one slice but gagged after one bite. I put the pizza in the fridge because I'm dumb. One week later I opened the fridge. It was horrible.

I've been reading a lot about Buddhism and it does seem like people understood the connection between gut and mind before, just not in the scientific manner we understand it now.

Also, being a teacher of little kids, if a kid is having a tough time emotionally, my reflex reaction is to ask if they ate breakfast. I whip out a little snack and 99 percente of the time they feel better.

I know emotions are connected to our bellies but I've not thought about mental illness being so connected.