Because I feel like a bored baby, myself. Lying in a crib, nothing to do, no ability, no concept of a solution. It must have been where dreams of heaven began.
Babies like to watch things move around above them. Maybe you should get outside and lie on the grass watching the clouds?
It’s raining. Fussy babies are a fact of life. I’d stick my thumb in my mouth but I was taught not to and pretending mother is around telling me to get my thumb out of my mouth is a way of coping. Poverty at its finest.
You know what i did a couple days ago after discussing some stressful stuff and getting frustrated? I sat back, looked up a bunch of nature pictures, mainly waterfalls and tall trees, and imagined being there - placing myself in those places, imaginatively.
Turning on the tunes and dancing like an idiot always makes me feel a little bit better. I honestly turn my psychosis against itself when I do this because I pretend I’m the best dancer/singer/everythinger in the world. Lol. I’m pretty sure my neighbors hate me.
MAKE yourself do something that’s positive. If you were a parent, you would focus on playing constructive and educational games with your child right? Turn your coping mechanism into a growing mechanism.