You know, folks ask, or maybe they just wonder, ‘why do I do it?’ Like there’s some big secret code to crack. Truth is, it’s usually a lot simpler than all that head-scratching makes it out to be.
Sometimes it’s just, well, plain biology, right? An itch that needs scratching. Other times, man, life throws stuff at you. I’ve found myself reaching for that bit of solo comfort when:
- Work’s been a beast, and my brain’s fried.
- Can’t sleep to save my life, just tossing and turning.
- Honestly? Sometimes just bored, nothing else hitting the spot.
- Or when I’m feeling a bit down, and it’s a quick, easy way to feel… something good, even if just for a moment.
It’s not like it’s solving world peace or anything. And for a long time, I think many of us, myself included, got tangled up in weird ideas about it. Like it was something to be analyzed to death or felt guilty about. What a load of crap, looking back.
How I Kinda Stopped Overthinking It
I remember this one phase, must’ve been a few years back. Everything was just… a lot. My job was a pressure cooker, felt like I was failing at it daily. Then this relationship I was in just sort of fizzled out, you know? Not with a bang, but one of those slow, sad fades. Left me feeling pretty damn hollow.
So there I was, nights were the worst. Couldn’t talk to anyone, really. My usual ways to unwind – a good book, music – they weren’t cutting it. And yeah, in those moments, it became… a thing. Not out of some wild desire, but almost like a reflex. A small, private way to just switch off the noise in my head for ten minutes. To feel my own body, to just be present when everything else felt like it was spinning out of control.
At first, I’d get that little twinge of ‘should I be doing this?’ or ‘what does this MEAN?’. All that baggage. But after a while, especially during that rough patch, it hit me. This wasn’t some character flaw or a sign I was messed up. It was just… a release. Simple as that. Like taking a deep breath when you didn’t realize you were holding it. Or stretching a cramped muscle.
And once I kinda accepted that, it stopped being this big deal in my head. It just became one of the many small ways I, and probably a heck of a lot of other people, navigate being human. We eat when we’re hungry, we sleep when we’re tired, and sometimes, we just need a bit of straightforward, uncomplicated release. Nothing more, nothing less.
So yeah, ‘why do I do it?’ Because I’m human. Because it helps sometimes. Because it doesn’t need a five-page essay to explain. It just… is. And honestly, spending less time overanalyzing it and more time just living? That’s been a way better use of my energy, let me tell you.
