This lack of focus is usually not a problem when I’m at home or at my desk, and can hunt for the next shiny bunny – usually in the form of channel/web/radio surfing with occasional bouts of productivity and creative cooking. But it becomes an issue when my precious media devices and refrigerator are simply not accessible and I’m forced to just sit there.
Think lectures. Think church. Think meetings.
Let’s be honest, if the topic doesn’t interest you, what are you going to do? Sleep? No, you’re going to look around and daydream. Note: you can really kill some time harkening back to simpler times or brainstorming weapons of mass zombie destruction. While those remain some of my back-pocket options, my go-to daydreaming adventure – the thing I do most often in these situations – has got to be winging imaginary footballs off prominent objects in the room.
I simply cannot help it. A window. A poster. A lamp. A pattern on the wall. Someone’s melon. Hut-hut-hike! Whether I’m checking down off some dude’s drink, threading the needle at a podium microphone or throwing a bomb out of the conference center window, I’m peppering all these objects with tightly bound spirals of destruction… in my head. (You have no idea how much I crave a real football after these situations.)
To those people reading this who teach or monologue in front of others, if you see someone zinging imaginary footballs during your lecture, take it as a sign you need to work on your presentation skills. You’re welcome.
As a formerly heavily medicated I give this post a hearty, "errrh! rat-atat-atat! EEEEEEEEeeee . . . BOOM!"
ReplyDeleteDay dream on Robert.
That last post should read; "formerly heavily medicated fifth grader."
ReplyDeleteI got much better* once I discovered girls.
*define better.
5th grade?
ReplyDeleteLate bloomer.
i could've been a star....if i coulda payed attention..
ReplyDeleteScheme Factory! Welcome back to the comments.
ReplyDeleteSeriously, I just love throwing shit, whether real or imaginary.