On the days in which I overindulge in my favorite vice (the internet), I carry around a sense of shame. When feeling shame (typically located in my chest), I notice that my chest caves inward (from trying to hide my inner anxiety) and I slouch. Perhaps it’s my body telling other people that I’m not feeling confident in myself and that they should avoid talking to me.
Whereas on the days in which I don’t use the internet at all, because the shame is not present, I have good posture and can effortlessly chat with anyone I encounter.
I can attest to this theory.
On the days in which I overindulge in my favorite vice (the internet), I carry around a sense of shame. When feeling shame (typically located in my chest), I notice that my chest caves inward (from trying to hide my inner anxiety) and I slouch. Perhaps it’s my body telling other people that I’m not feeling confident in myself and that they should avoid talking to me.
Whereas on the days in which I don’t use the internet at all, because the shame is not present, I have good posture and can effortlessly chat with anyone I encounter.