Asklemmy

Going on a run in the evening, when the weather is shit. Usually the streets are empty, I feel the rain on my face, the wind. I can catch glimpses of cozy people in front of their TV, or in their kitchen and imagine them to be happy about the fact that they are inside in this weather. I also get happy thinking about returning to my couch, after a run the couch seems to be extra comfy and the food better. But before that I speed up to max out my capacity and the feeling of being alive, by getting extra soaked through, cold and exhausted. It's great.

I find confort in the fact someone put marshmallows in Jello and called it a salad, and everybody just went along with it.

Do you know got stupid my dumbest ideas are? Not as stupid as ambrosia salad. And that’s comforting.

Complete utter silence and darkness ... complete darkness

I'm not saying it as a wish for death .. it was my favourite way of going to sleep when I was a kid, just complete silent darkness for a few hours to get a good night sleep.

I haven't had it in years ... wife sleeps with a nightlight and there is always a window to the street light, the hallway light or some light somewhere and its never quiet any more, some machine is running, highway noises or whatever.

As a teen, I used to just board up my room at night, even place black out curtains at night time and seal up my doorway to block out the light in the hallway. I used to find comfort in being able to 'see' in the dark on my own. Don't get me wrong, I'm afraid of the dark too and if I got caught in a strange new place in complete darkness, I'd probably freak out.

Most people I know hate it, but I absolutely love the feeling of a fly crawling on my arms or legs. It gives me this wonderful comfortable tingling sensation and I can't get enough of it.

Making eye contact with a rat, pigeon, or hedgehog.

I was raised around a lot of wildlife and aspects of cities can feel lonely and empty. Seeing other living creatures comforts me.

I love slow blinking at my cat and seeing him slow blinking back. I believe that is called a cat kiss. And I love his little purrs...

I don’t know if it’s weird or strange, but mine is my son’s favourite stuffed bunny from when he was a young child. He’s in his 20s now, and I keep his bunny next to my bed, and cuddle with it when I’m sad.

The sound of a distant vacuum cleaner.

Rainy/overcast/cloudy weather. It's so cozy, like a blanket in the sky.

Thunderstorms. It reminds me of my place in the world and how I should stop taking myself so seriously.

Morbid but… I find comfort in knowing that we’re all going to die. Some sooner than others of course but at the end of the day we’ll all be dead. There’s comfort it knowing that life isn’t forever, and so we should figure out what’s important to us now and not defer it to retirement or some other arbitrary time.

An empty, silent house. I’ve got 3 kids and love them dearly, but holy shit, I love being alone in the house when I get a chance.

The early sunset in fall and winter. I like when it's dark outside and you can see light in people's homes, it feels so cozy to me. Also hot water bottles, I love going to bed with one.

Your posts take me back to 2007 where I was doing the same thing on the Nintendo Wii's Weather Channel.

The Wii hit different.

Feeling sad, When I am sad I don't feel anxious. I know how to deal with sadness. It is temporary feeling. It reminds me of all the work that I put in myself.

I don't have an answer right now, but this was a great question OP, and also your answer is great. It's weird enough that I would have never thought that someone would.

Only thing that comes to mind now is a thing from Buddhism called the five remembrances. I'm not Buddhist, but I like quite a few Buddhist ideas and this is one of them. I don't think of it as weird, but a few friends I've discussed this with have found it weird; they didn't understand how this is a source of comfort to me, and they found it quite depressing to think about. I find it comforting for precisely those reasons, because I'm terrified of change, but it's inescapable.

Anyway, roughly, they are:

1. I am sure to become old; I cannot avoid ageing.
2. I am sure to become ill; I cannot avoid illness.
3. I am sure to die; I cannot avoid death.
4. I will be separated and parted from all that is dear and beloved to me.
5. I am the owner of my actions, heir of my actions, actions are the womb (from which I have sprung), actions are my relations, actions are my protection. Whatever actions I do, good or bad, of these I shall become the heir.

When I'm stressed, I like to soak a washing cloth in hot water and then press it on my face with both hands, covering eyes and nose and slowly and deeply breathe through it. I don't know why I find almost waterboarding myself comforting but it's incredibly relaxing.
Also, lying on the floor in the middle of my apartment.

Being in and driving in super thick fog. The rest of the world is just gone. I love it.

Laying on the floor in my house with all the doors locked. I like being able to fully stretch out and I can only do that on the floor. Having my door and windows locked is very comforting.

When I wake up while it's still dark in the morning, I can hear the sound of trains in the distance. Specifically no horns or anything, just the sound of the engines / metal on tracks.

Bonus points because it was lightly raining today.

Dark bedroom, cats are put to bed downstairs (they chew feet so they can't stay in the room with us), I put on some chill indie coffee house playlist and light some nag champa incense, and then I just lay there, staring at the ceiling. I don't reflect on the past or ponder on the future, I just listen to the music, the distant trains and traffic, the rain, the wind, the leaves falling on the metal roof.

It's my perfect beautifully braindead time. I can't wait for legalization in our state, that's the only missing component.

That the world is going to be a really shitty place to live in the future, and I won’t really be missing anything when I die.

When I was in collage o would take night runs on my rollerblades, well after people had stopped rollerblading in general.

Smelling a roll of plastic garbage bags. There's just something about that smell

Looking up at the stars at night

There was a period of time when whenever my depression got really bad I'd put on some old Twilight Zone episodes, since the problems people have in those were a lot more fun to think about than my own.

To think about death.

No I'm not depressed. Death is a topic that is sad or scary from the point of view of the living. But once we die, that point of view is not valid for us any more. So then death becomes a point beyond which being sad or happy doesn't matter any more because sad and happy are part of the living world.

Of course I'm scared to die. Fear is a part of life and survival instincts are what has kept us what we are. I don't want to seek death and want to enjoy the time of being alive to the fullest.

But we can seek solace in the mystery of death as much as the mystery of birth, I believe.