My parents kept Easyrider Magazine on the back of the toilet since my mom worked there (accounting or collections or something). Sure as a teen you’re a horn ball, but since it had been there for most of my life boobs kinda didn’t hold the magic (kinda).
Edit for clarification: it was mostly a biker lifestyle magazine. It had pictures of boobs but it was mostly about Harleys and biking.
I remember reading an article saying the creativity that comes only after you experience profound boredom is what we’ve lost. We have so many options so easily available, the next dopamine hit is only ever minutes away a lot of people never need to make it past superficial boredom
I was, and still am, fine with my own thoughts. I intentionally go places without my phone that I know I’ll be standing around waiting. Bus stop to pick up my kid, restaurant to grab lunch, quick trip to the store. It’s nice not having the option to distract myself with it and the feeling of being entirely disconnected knowing if “something terrible happened” I wouldn’t be able to reach anyone instantly is a lot more calming than it sounds.
