So you want to know how to keep from being distracted, eh? Well, there’s only one sure way. Avoid distractions.
Sorry, that sounds pretty simplistic, doesn’t it? And yet, it’s the truth.
I’m a non-practising alcoholic. I’ve been sober for over 30 years now. And the simple truth of my sobriety is that I don’t drink. I still think about it, still long to have that drink. “Just one,” I tell myself, “surely wouldn’t hurt.”
Am I too late? I hope not. I don’t like being late. I especially don’t like being too late. It’s too troubling and causes too much anxiety.
I get too late from being too easily distracted. Too often I forget to check the time.
Then I try to make up lost time by going too fast. That means too many things get forgotten, too many tasks get missed. Eventually it all becomes too much and I too get forgotten in the melee.
There are reputedly lots of people in the entertainment industry with ADHD.
Why is that? Good question, let’s discuss that.
Let’s consider the high of performing. Taking chances provides a buzz that is addictive to us. And one of our go-to self medications is adventure/adrenaline.
And the instant gratification of success on stage is, well, pretty instant … and pretty gratifying.
We are unique. We are unusual. We are people with ADHD.
Some people say we’re no more creative then others. Well, we may not be more creative, but if we aren’t, we are more likely to let our creativity flow unchecked. I call that a plus, though it does often preclude us doing other things we should be doing.
We also have drawbacks common to ourselves. We are more likely to miss appointments then those without ADHD. We are more susceptible to unwanted pregnancy and more likely to visit the emergency room.
To those of you who noticed that I missed publishing my blog on Friday, I have a good excuse. I have ADHD. No, I’m not going to tell you that I forgot, I’ve got a better imagination than that. I’m going to tell you a wee bit of a story.
I have ADHD, and when I decide to do something, I often stick to it until it’s done. It’s called hyper-focus in some circles, perseverance in others, pig headedness in my world.
But, be that as it may, there it is. And it has stood me in good stead on many occasions. That’s the pig-headedness I’m talking about.
A play in seven thousand acts.
Kelly is walking towards patio door. In right hand is coffee. In left hand is bowl of cereal. Through the door we see his computer on a patio table beside his deck lounge. He is hurrying to put down the things he is carrying because he has suddenly thought of something he also needs, something that will help him do something that he thinks is a great thing, a great idea. He walks out onto deck, sets down coffee and bowl, turns back excitedly to door.
What did I say on Wednesday? What were those fateful words? Yeah, I don’t remember either, let’s look them up.
Here they are, “And what about all those things you’ve been unable to keep track of that have caused you so much aggravation? Sure we can call that a flawed memory, but we could also look at it as training in the fine art of trouble shooting, of salvaging situations when they go pear shaped. And we didn’t get good at that by being normal, did we?”
And on Monday, I was talking about being overwhelmed. In that post I said, “Some missteps can be lessons, and I’m always ready to learn. True, I have to experience some lessons an inordinately large number of times, but eventually I clue in.”
Okay, I think I’ve figured something out. The cause of ADHD is everywhere. It’s iodine.
I mean think about it, iodine is in the salt we eat, and no matter how we try to avoid salt, it’s in everything.
Of course you’re asking why doesn’t everyone have ADHD. Well, if we keep going, soon everyone will.
I think I’ve just figured out the answer to a really big problem. I think I’ve just solved world poverty. Well, maybe.
This may sound like I’m joking here, and I want to assure you all that I am not making fun of people who live below the poverty line nor those who live in extreme poverty conditions in the third, or even here in the first world.
In fact, if I’m making fun of anyone, it is the people who drive the vehicle we know by the name “economy.”
I love to talk. I know this to be true. I mean, blogging is really just talking with text. And I do that regularly, right? So what would be a good job for me?
What about talk show host? Maybe, but I can’t guarantee that I could stay on topic with every guest. “So, Mr. Mayor, does the city have any plans to deal with the squirrel problem? They really are quite distracting. … Pardon? You thought I’d be asking about your latest ‘crack smoking video’? Why would I do that?”