Could be chewing on stones or plucking your eyelashes out, I want to know!
for context: my stress-coping habit is shitposting Star Trek memes.
This is Counsellor Lt. Cmdr. Dianna Troi. Her comfort habit is chocolate sundaes. sadly, the ship’s replicators won’t give her real chocolate because it’s not good for her. this makes Counsellor Troi sad. :(
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Edit 2: how did this get tagged nsfw? I didn’t do that
Sweet. May the force be with you!
ummm…stroking my bird. Thats not a euphemism, so dont ask any followup questions.
But I want to know what type of bird. My chickens don’t let me pet them.
I’m not an expert but I believe common wisdom says you’re supposed to choke them.
Playing with sticky items (tape, stickers) rolling them in my fingers, sticking them to my hands and peeling them.
Additionally, touching things to my lips.
Discordant sensory input is often known to relieve anxiety and stress. The same concept is why things like fidget spinners and other fidget devices seem to work and calm those with overloaded sensory input. It’s the fact that you are in control of the input - especially the frequency and intensity - that relieves your anxiety.
It’s all about control.
The fact that sticky things appeal to you, in particular, is more about your particular tastes. Just as much as why you might like a particular color or flavor over another. 
Zoning out or drawing nonsense.
Reminding myself that humanity will almost certainly destroy itself within hundreds of years if not sooner. Too willfully ignorant, short-sighted, impatient, and selfish to wield the dangerous powers science and technology has unlocked responsibly. Barely smart enough to engineer doomsday devices with great effort, nowhere near smart enough to choose to disassemble them and build something pro-social with the parts.
It probably seems very weird, but it reminds me that any anxiety about meeting the expectations of human constructs is unnecessary and pointless. We’re a bunch of monkeys with nukes drunk on unearned self-importance at each other’s throats on our way back into the dust we crawled out of, like almost every other species the Earth ever spawned. Just enjoy the circus, especially the clowns that take the circus super seriously.
When I’m really stressed out, I’ll put on repetitive beep boop music and draw floor plans on graph paper.
This made me think of that music from the episode of spongebob squarepants where he thinks krusty is a robot
krusty
Cruising in my car at night with the aindows down, even if i have nowhere to got
That’s my favorite. Windows down on a cold day with the heater on, just randomly driving about, especially with no where to got.
Bursting randomly into monologue when in private, wasting my 8+ years of trombone training on lip buzz squeaky noises around my family, silently descending into a panic attack in public
