“I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news.”
— John Muir
@MayaRosexx@bluewmist In some countries they have a guest house that is always open for anyone to pop in and visit. If the main door is open then it means anyone is welcomed. It's normally over tea.
Familiar with this study and the key is to have your phone in a separate room entirely. Off and upside down, in your bag = still “calling” you even if you don’t realize it.
I live in an apartment complex. The guy above me stomps around at 2 AM every night. I was fed up. I marched upstairs to bang on his door and give him a piece of my mind. The door opened before I could knock. He was holding a crying baby. The apartment was bare. No furniture. Just a mattress on the floor and boxes. He looked exhausted. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I'm trying to walk him to sleep. The floor is creaky. I know we're loud." I looked past him. "Where's your furniture?" "Bed bugs in the last place," he said. "Had to toss everything. We just moved in. I’m saving up for a crib." My anger evaporated. "Hold on," I said. I went downstairs. I dragged my spare rocking chair up the stairs. "Sit," I told him. "Rocking is quieter than walking." He sat. The baby settled instantly. The next day, I posted on our building’s group chat: "New neighbor in 4B needs a restart. Who has spare stuff?" By noon, he had a crib, a sofa, a table, and three casseroles. He knocked on my door tonight. No stomping. just a quiet knock. "Thank you," he said. "We slept for six hours." Judge less. Ask more.
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