The following post has nothing to do with logic.
What is the correlation
between productivity and situational ability? Estranged cousins kind
of core-relation, I tell you. Have you ever had the burning desire to
exercise just minutes before you cripple down in pain from an age old
injury? Have you ever had a brilliant story plot pop into your head
seconds before you fall asleep so that you are incapable of so much
as lifting your arm to scribble it down on the bedside table notepad
you have specifically for such occasions? I usually get my biggest
desire to write epic sagas in the middle of a club dance floor,
something about the whole being lost in a crowd, all senses
heightened, hyped by surroundings kind of productivity that knocks
in, naturally when I leave the party the desire gets flustered by so
much attention that it hides back into its shell. When I'm at a
lecture sitting in plain sight of the speaker I have a desire to
space out and sketch, don't you? Not meaning it as an insult to any
speaker, I find all lectures fascinating, however, then and there
seems like the perfect time for ideas to come a flooding. Have you
ever had the specific time set off for your work and that is when you
blankly stare at the page wishing you were suffering in a gym
instead? Yes. You have.
It's like a warm
feeling of confidence that seconds from now you won't actually need
to do any of this fabulous shit because you'll be seriously busy, so
you end up not enjoying any of the things you are doing.
So I'm trying a new
approach to all this while I'm on my year abroad. Since I'm already
the strange foreigner from an island nobody has ever heard of, I
might as well embrace it and blame my weird behaviour on that. Except
it would look something like...
I know I'm in the
middle of listening to you, but I wanted to design something for my
sculpture module right now. So, mi scusi, non capisco.
I'm sorry I'm late and
stinky, there was a kick-boxing class I simply could not resist.
Cosa?
Or I could just plan my
life a little better and condition myself to do things when I
actually can.
Last summer I
chronically woke up late and missed most of my mornings. The couple
of times that I did force myself out of bed early I had nothing
planned and therefore no motivation to stay awake. I started trying
to convince myself that gaming in the morning is a better idea than
wasting the day at the beach and then missing out on friends later in
the evening. Nobody is ever up at 7 on a weekend anyway, which means
nobody to distract or grill me about why I'm playing video games or
why am I so busy reading or drawing. I managed my favourite things to
do into my most ignored time of day and woopty-doo, I am a morning
person now. When people ask “Why do you bother getting up so
early?” I explain that first of all it's not all that early,
second, it gives me more time to procrastinate and do things that
would otherwise waste my precious time.
I honestly believe this
strategy can be applied to about anything. And if you're really
bursting with brilliance, that bedside table notebook will have to
travel and get utilized a little more. My view of these fallbacks is a human's natural and passionate love for excusing oneself from
responsibilities.
I'm not sure what this means.
