I like to climb up through the toilet seat ring, and sit on the thin part, wearing the ring around my waist like a pool floatie. I then do a kind of hoola-hoop sway against the ring to massage my abdomen thoroughly. It works better with the soft, squishy seats, of course.
I should’ve dropped when I stopped caring. Got academic dismissal instead. Years later, I was tired of bs jobs, and I was ready to get serious. I went back to school part-time and earned my 4-year degree in a grand total of 12 years. Hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I don’t have to bear that sense of failure anymore.
When you’re ready to make that push, you’ll know. Your journey is unique.
Truth. As an 80s kid / 90s teen, I feel pretty lucky to be alive. I’m grateful for the few times in my life when common sense kicked in, and I said no.