Why not just go fishing? my first fishing trip felt like going through a war zone - you know that Death Stranding WW1 level. Fishing with ADHD is basically masochism.
You need a public body of water that’s not so full of toxic waste that fish could conceivably live in it.
Even finding such a spot is it’s own challenge, nevermind lugging your pole and tackle out there. And if you’re on the wrong side of the country right now, you’re out in 90⁰+ heat for hours.
But in another month or two? If you’ve got a clean pond nearby? Hell yeah. Take the dog out. Bring your bike. Have a great time.
Fishing with ADHD is basically masochism.
You just need to adjust what you’re focusing on. The outdoors can be stimulating if you know where to look and relaxing if you know what to ignore.
Really, it’s the TV that’s masochism, because it fucks with all your baselines. Give it a day or two away from that thing and you find plenty of zen.
I mean, there’s other stuff, too. But as someone living in a sprawling metroplex, I can tell you that I’d have to travel for hours before I could find a proper fishing hole. All the bodies of water around me are purely aesthetic and regularly cleaned out to prevent the risk of anything actually growing in it.
Why not just go fishing? my first fishing trip felt like going through a war zone - you know that Death Stranding WW1 level. Fishing with ADHD is basically masochism.
You need a public body of water that’s not so full of toxic waste that fish could conceivably live in it.
Even finding such a spot is it’s own challenge, nevermind lugging your pole and tackle out there. And if you’re on the wrong side of the country right now, you’re out in 90⁰+ heat for hours.
But in another month or two? If you’ve got a clean pond nearby? Hell yeah. Take the dog out. Bring your bike. Have a great time.
You just need to adjust what you’re focusing on. The outdoors can be stimulating if you know where to look and relaxing if you know what to ignore.
Really, it’s the TV that’s masochism, because it fucks with all your baselines. Give it a day or two away from that thing and you find plenty of zen.
Combine fishing with birdwatching. It’s a match made in heaven.
Oh well, I forgot that’s it might not be an option. Sorry about that.
I mean, there’s other stuff, too. But as someone living in a sprawling metroplex, I can tell you that I’d have to travel for hours before I could find a proper fishing hole. All the bodies of water around me are purely aesthetic and regularly cleaned out to prevent the risk of anything actually growing in it.