Have you ever sat in a place where there seem to be more flies than you want buzzing around?
The issue is that they have their own agenda, and most of us don’t have a clue what that agenda might be.
It may just be that their sole purpose in life is to land on us or our coffee cup rims and annoy the bejeebers out of us.
Well, success for the flies. Not so much for us.
And why am I mentioning this? Well, because the little devils made me realize that there are at least two different kinds of distraction in our lives.
There are things that grab our attention and say, “Look here, this is big and bold, complicated, has problems that need to be solved, can hold our attention for hours (or minutes that seem like hours).
These are the distractions that manifest like this, you’re doing the laundry or something important but maybe not that exciting and at the end of the day you can list seventeen different things that weren’t on your to-do list that you got done, but the first of five loads is in the dryer and the second is in the washer and the rest …
Okay, maybe not just flies. There’s things like you’re trying to write something in a café and there’s that person with the screeching, grating, annoying, loud voice and they’re exclaiming in a full two octaves of emotion just how ecstatic they are that the cashier does in fact have their debit card that they left in the machine and then searched for for the last three hours in every place they’d been including the car and their house and they are so, so, soooooo very glad that it has been recovered because they don’t know what they’d do.
But really, it’s about the same as flies.
Why do these distractions irk me, and possibly others, so much?
Well, my theory is that it is because of my very flaky working memory.
It’s like this …
When that voice, or the fly that lands on my nose or my hand of my cup, distracts my attention for even a second, when I return my attention to what I was working on, I will have lost my place in the train of thought I was having.
And that means I will have to retrace my steps from my last known mental location.
And sometimes when I’m doing that I realize that I’ve already done this before at this very place. I realize that this is the third or fourth time I’ve been distracted from typing the very next word.
And sometimes I will just end up wandering away in the middle of a