So earlier today I saw this weird phrase “22 50” floating around, and honestly? Thought it was a typo. But nope, turned out folks were using it as some kinda… secret code for feeling stuff. Like yelling “HEY! I feel something!” without actually yelling. Sounded bonkers, but hey, I’ll try anything once. Grabbed my phone and decided to give it a real shot.
My 5 Messy Steps Trying Out “22 50”
Step 1: Spotting The Feeling
Sat down on my lumpy couch after washing dishes. Felt that usual evening slump – kinda tired, kinda blah, maybe a tiny bit frustrated about the leaky faucet I still hadn’t fixed? Not a big angry feeling, just… a quiet hum in the background. That was it. “Right,” I thought, “let’s pin this blah-ness.”
Step 2: Actually Saying “22 50” Out Loud
Felt stupid. Seriously. Sitting alone in my quiet living room and just blurting out “Twenty Two Fifty”? Like talking to the air. Did it anyway. Voice sounded weird, kinda hesitant. Said it again, louder. “TWENTY TWO FIFTY!” Suddenly felt a bit… lighter? Maybe just silly. Or both.
Step 3: Staring At My Feelings
This part got tricky. Tried to hold onto that blah feeling and really look at it. Why blah? Because:
- The day felt endless with chores
- Faucet drip-drip sound is slowly driving me nuts
- That snack I wanted? Someone ate it.
Not earth-shattering, just small stuff piling up. Naming them helped. Didn’t fix the faucet, but okay.
Step 4: Shutting Up The Noise (Tried To)
Turned off the damn TV that was just playing background nonsense. Put my phone on silent. Then… damn notifications kept buzzing! My sister texting, some app update – ruined the vibe. Took like three tries to actually get a full minute of quiet to just feel that tiredness without distractions. Harder than expected.
Step 5: Slapping A Label On It
After all that mess? The blah feeling was still there, but simpler now. Didn’t need a big dramatic word. Just settled on: “Frazzled.” Like a worn-out sponge. Called it out again: “Twenty Two Fifty!” but this time whispering it. Weirdly, it felt… honest. Like acknowledging the mess without needing a parade.
My Dumb Phone Notes
Right after, I jotted this garbage down in my notes app, raw:
DATE: Thursday Night
22:50 EXPERIENCE: Felt tired blah. Said “22 50” like a weirdo twice. First time felt dumb, second time… kinda okay? Stared at the blah (annoying chores + dripping faucet + missing snack). Quiet time FAILED twice cause phone kept buzzing. Finally got silence. Named it “FRAZZLED.” Still tired, but feels… cleaner? Like I aired it out. Might actually try this again tomorrow before bed.
Was it magic? Nope. Did it solve my drippy faucet? Heck no. But shouting “22 50” into my quiet living room? Felt like I finally paid attention to the boring little grump inside me instead of just ignoring it. Didn’t need a therapist, didn’t need fancy words. Just two dumb numbers and a minute of quiet(ish) airtime. Gonna try it again next time I feel the blahs creeping in. Maybe yell it at the faucet.