#22 If you can't live longer, live deeper
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Meiska
All my “keeping things hygienic” traits began when I was a junior high school student. My mom reminded me as I arrived from a hospital that I should wash all my clothes and take a shower again! I was confused, and thought at least I shouldn’t have changed my underwear because they were fresh. I wore it only for two hours. She told me,
“you just visited a place where sick people are there. We never knew, any potential or contagious microbes could infect you!”
Boom! That made all sense to me!
It also drives me to keep my bed clean until today! Especially when I arrive at my bedroom, the first thing I do is change my clothes! Then wash my hand and feet, also my face. Kudos to all my friends who put up with me and practice this very procedure when they enter my bedroom especially lay in my bed haha! When I visit my friends’ bedrooms, I apply the same thing, even I never want to sit in their bed and prefer to sit on the floor or chair instead.
This picture above might look just normal puddle of water after raining to you. But to me, it’s like I’m playing games to avoid it because I can’t imagine if I’m only wearing sandals and have to step on it. My brain only thinks of two things; how to get to the nearest dry area, and the amount of bacteria trying to enter my body from my skin. It’s so overwhelming, right? Hahaha. I really hate to get wet except taking a shower!
Searching this image gets me chilled, though. I have bad memory with ants. When I was a child, our family went to a famous textile market in Jakarta. After finished shopping, we waited for my dad at the lobby. Suddenly I felt pain in my feet and turned out my feet were bitten by so many red ants! I was traumatized enough that seeing only a single ant cooked with rice can stop me from eating from that plate. Until today, whenever I ordered any food or drinks from street food, I will always check whether there’s ant or not haha.
Elsa
Ready or not, getting older is unbearable. Adulting is toilsome.
It feels like the world has ripped all the fantasy off and served the simple thing I cannot handle—the reality. It was started with an age Taylor Swift had been singing, 22, when everything was nice and under controlled in the senior year of the university.
Meanwhile, I have had less stamina compared to senior high school age (jeez was I that old?). I could not hang out with friends and stayed awake for days anymore, I was just a long in the tooth for that. A strength to stay up late was my superpower solely when the examination weeks were coming near. At least I could stay at warkop—a small local kiosk serving Indomie and coffee or tea—to open my laptop and study for the exam until 4 am. Still, being 22 years old was quite nice, thanks to all the new authorities I had.
As 22 was just the beginning of the turbulence, I am sharing you how I put two important stage of my ages under a microscope:
A quarter life crisis
Being 25 was full of self-identity crisis. I did not know where to go, I questioned myself whether my job was the one I wanted or not. Was I happy? What was the point of breathing and living?
All the notifications of wedding invitation were nice.. But I just tried to convince myself that it was okay not to come to all the wedding people invited me.
Mental health struggle was my best friend which previously I was not familiar about. Hello anxiety, you have come to keep me company.
I tried new things and I guessed I liked it. I tried to convince myself that it was okay to step up into a new game of interest. It was not too late, I just got ‘money to spend on leisure’ late.
Sometimes I played ‘do what I love’, most of the times I did ‘love what I do’. I could not please all people, but I had responsibilities I could not simply let them go.
Closer to 30 than 20
Please do not bother my weekend. I know what I want to do and get off of my way. That is right.. I do not care about glimmering party, my bed is the one I long for.
Either a casual relationship or a serious one, I do not play both at the same time anymore. Anticipating misunderstanding is now my middle name, I just declare what I want at a time. It is efficiency of my hours.
I got a picture of what I wanted in life, I surpassed the quarter life crisis. I do not want to deviate much in life. I just hope I am healthy enough because all the ache and pain are now coming into my plate—knee pain, gastritis, gut problem, you name it. My current wish is just to stay healthy.
If I buy something, it would better be good in quality. Janky things just cost my penny (and time) more.
I cannot lean on the good metabolism anymore to stay in shape. Controlling my satiety and exercising lightly are now set upon my schedule. I just need two things: home and water.
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One that is certain for this weekend: we will keep our mind strong and clear.
