How can one do nothing?
I feel like I’m always doing something even when I’m doing the nothing that I was instructed. There is still the factor of time.
Time that I am a wasting; waiting and waiting and waiting to solidify that I am, in fact, wasting time.
Especially when it comes to prolonged intervals between moments of communication.
This is the problem with Facebook, Twitter, cellphones, Skype and God knows what else.
That lovable, clumsy character Liz Lemon said it best,
“Man, there’s just so many different devices for guys not to call you on now.”
Not that this is a man-slaughtering post.
Just think with me:
We have so many methods of communication and yet we still have so much trouble actually communicating.
Is this what technology has done for us? Allowed us to become incredibly lazy? Do we just shy away from the responsibilities that come with social networking? We’re held accountable for every moment we spend online and not returning a call, text, message, email, comment blahblahwhateverwhatever. How are we so careless with our behaviors online? How are we so careless with our time?
Seriously, I have angrily surfed the internet waiting for a response to my textycallmailywhatsits while simultaneously stalking their digital breadcrumbs to decipher what the hold up could be on our communication.
But that was some time ago. I have since rocketed into this superfab maturity (read: no longer stalking while waiting to hear from someone) and I now keep text messages to a very superficial method of communication. I use phrases such as:
- “Hey, where are you?”
- “Are you buying me lunch?”
- “Will you bring me food?”
- “Someone farted.”
I was actually asked out in a text message this past weekend. SERIOUSLY? That doesn’t really matter, but I needed to say that somewhere.
Anyway, I’ve just been reflecting on how non-constructively I have spent many moments of my life just browsing and not really ingesting any of content because my time is actually budgeted in the “wait and do nothing” category. Is this a woman thing? A general genderless insecurity? What is this paralyzing thing that barricades my brain from taking in what actually matters and costing me valuable bits of time?
This isn’t just when waiting to hear from someone, but when I’m anticipating going somewhere — tunnel focus turns on and I’m done for, y’all.
This has turned into a giant heap of nonsense. Whoopsies.