Well, let me tell ya somethin’ about this… this… “self-care” thing, or whatever the young folks call it these days. They got a fancy word for it now, “masturbation.” Back in my day, we just called it… well, never you mind what we called it. It wasn’t somethin’ you talked about in polite company, that’s for sure.
Is fiddlin’ with yourself good for ya? That’s what they’re askin’, right? Seems like a silly question if you ask me. But I guess the young’uns need everything explained to ’em these days. They can’t just… do what comes natural, like we did.
Now, I ain’t no doctor or nothin’, but I’ve lived a long life, and I’ve seen a thing or two. And let me tell ya, bein’… comfortable… in your own skin ain’t a bad thing. It’s like… scratchin’ an itch, ya know? Sometimes, you just gotta scratch an itch, and then you feel better. Simple as that.
- Stress? Lord knows, life’s got enough of that. If a little… “me time” helps you unwind, then what’s the harm? I remember workin’ in the fields all day, back achin’, hands raw. Sometimes, just sittin’ on the porch swing in the evenin’, feelin’ the breeze… that was enough. But sometimes… well, sometimes a little somethin’ more was needed to take the edge off, if you catch my drift.
- Sleep? Hah! Don’t even get me started on sleep. When you get to be my age, sleepin’ through the night is a luxury. But I do remember, even back then, sometimes you’d be all wound up, couldn’t sleep for nothin’. And then, well… you’d figure somethin’ out, and then you’d sleep like a baby. So, if that helps you sleep, I ain’t gonna argue.
They say it’s good for your… whatchamacallit… your “down there” parts, too. Keeps things workin’, I guess. Like a well-oiled machine, you know? You gotta keep things movin’ or they get rusty. Same goes for everything, I reckon. You gotta keep movin’, keep livin’, or you just wither away.
And it ain’t just about the… the physical part, neither. They say it helps your head, too. Makes you feel… good about yourself, I guess. Like you’re takin’ care of yourself, even if it’s just for a little while. In my day, we didn’t have time for all that “self-care” talk. We just did what we had to do to get through the day. But I can see how, maybe, takin’ a little time for yourself, however you do it, could be a good thing.
But here’s the thing, and listen close, ‘cause this is important: too much of anythin’ ain’t good for ya. You can’t spend all day… you know… and expect to get anything done. There’s work to be done, chores to be done, life to be lived. Don’t let it take over your life, ya hear? Everything in moderation, that’s what I always say.
And don’t go feelin’ ashamed about it, neither. It’s natural. It’s human. Everybody does it, or at least, most folks do. Don’t let nobody tell you it’s wrong, long as you ain’t hurtin’ nobody, and long as you ain’t makin’ a spectacle of yourself. Keep it to yourself, that’s what I say.
So, is it “self-care”? Well, if it makes you feel better, if it helps you sleep, if it helps you deal with the stress of this crazy world… then I guess it is. Call it what you want. Fiddlin’, self-pleasure, whatever. It don’t matter to me. Just don’t go talkin’ to me about it too much, alright? Some things are better left… private.
But if those fancy doctors and such are sayin’ it’s okay, and it makes ya feel alright, then who am I to argue? You do what you gotta do to get by in this life. Just remember what I told ya, everything in moderation and keep it to yourself. That’s the key to a happy life, or so I’ve found. Now, go on, get outta here, I got things to do.
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