#413 I tried something new.
Hello.
The other day, I tried something new.
From the outside, people might think I'm always doing something.
It's a habit of mine to keep challenging myself. And I'm testing things out.
How is it when I try it? Is it a failure, or can I do it?
If I can do it, I can usually do it reasonably well from the first time, so I use that as a basis for judgment.
My challenges aren't for any noble reason like wanting to be praised by someone, wanting to stand out, or not wanting to set limits for myself.
I just want to do it, I want to do it now, and I don't need a reaction.
The reason I'm writing this here is as a memo. A record for my future self.
Because I'll forget.
Yes, that's why I keep challenging myself—to always let myself be free, to make myself happy, and to surprise myself.
That's a more accurate way to express it.
Conversely, I sincerely respect those who continue doing the same thing. Since I can't really do that myself, I don't particularly envy them, but I think we are just different types.
I'm not afraid of heights.
I'm fine with stepladders.
I'm probably fine with utility poles too, but I don't understand electrical systems. I tried studying for a qualification a little, but I lack the foundation and background. It seems it would take quite a lot of time.
So, I'll leave it to the pros.
I'm not afraid of falling into water. But the ocean or rivers are a no-go.
If it's dangerous or if I don't have sufficient equipment, I absolutely won't go near it.
In particular, I'm afraid of hitting hard objects.
I hate roller coasters.
I hate being moved by others or being tossed around by machines.
Exceptionally, I only like Raging Spirits at DisneySea.
Also, as for bungee jumping, the mechanism is fine. I refuse anything that is physically painful, like old-fashioned harnesses or the feeling that my ankles might be ripped off.
I've experienced 20 meters.
I've experienced a 5-meter plain dive.
My body is stiff.
But my ankles are flexible.
I'm on the shorter side, but my shoulders aren't narrow.
My hands are small. My feet are small too.
My face is small, but that's not something I'm proud of.
I wish my face were bigger. (When I was a baby, I had such a dignified presence that people were suspicious, asking 'Why is that baby in a stroller?' because I looked so mature and was quite large... but now, it's small for an adult.)
Superstars have big faces.
They have a presence.
This is the one thing I admire.
My wrists hurt, but I can still use them.
I wear a support brace at night to let them rest.
It's quite good. Thank you, Doctor.
I'm nearsighted. But I'm getting to the age of presbyopia. I need to go to the ophthalmologist once in a while.
My hearing is too sensitive, but I'm not good at understanding speech, remembering things, or processing information.
I forget people's names no matter how many times I hear them.
I forgot again the other day.
It can't be helped. That's just how I am.
My sense of smell is sharp.
It's sharper for things I dislike. It's a nuisance.
Since I can't help it, I just hold my breath.
The pads of my fingertips can be developed.
I think if I train, I'll be able to read Braille soon, provided it's not too difficult.
2025.11 Deaflympics!
Let's support them!
Movies, plays, lectures.
Let's go to matches and other events whenever we can!