Every day I have a to-do list. Well, most days. Okay, some days. Look, I actually prefer the idea of a ta-da list.
I've mentioned before that I'm very easily distracted. In addition to this helpful trait, I'm also a daydreamer. An off with the pixies space cadet. This means that my lovely little to-do list can be found languishing and lonely while I'm otherwise preoccupied.
The things I do most often when I'm meant to be doing something else:
- Scroll through Facebook and observe everyone's bright shiny happy highlight reels. No, I'm not jealous AT ALL. Sniff.
- Reading. Books, books books and MORE BOOKS. So many books, not enough time!
- Daydreaming (see above).
- Writing or blogging (I do add these things to my to-do list, but for some reason I still feel guilty and like I should be something else that is housework related.) Sigh.
- Pole Dancing. It's a passion of mine. In my daydreams. Again - see above.
- Watching TV. I don't have Netflix, and I'm not a reality show fan. But lately I've found myself watching programmes about murderers. Or, true crime documentaries. I blame Mickey Blue Eyes. He got me started on this stuff. There is something totally icky about these programmes. I don't feel like any of these psychopaths should be given any air time. We should remember and honour the victims. Yet I still find myself watching them when I should definitely be doing something else. I know, I hate myself.
- Over-thinking. Ruminating. Pondering. Mulling things over.
- Obsessing over Karen Carpenter by watching Youtube videos for HOURS. But she was SO CUTE. And talented.
- Hang gliding.
- Taking a nanna nap. This would appear to confirm that I did indeed make the previous point up. Shut up, I had to make this list interesting somehow!
- Making cups of tea.
- Drinking cups of tea. Once made, they must be drunk. Drank? I should learn proper grammar one of these days... Snorts.
Well, that was a comprehensive list. I could go on, but it all boils down to what my mother would call 'fiddle fart arseing around'. I'm a fiddle fart arser extraordinaire. It's a gift, people.
Without a doubt, good old Facebook is the biggest time waster for me. I don't even play Candy crush or Farmville, or any of those games, but I can still manage to spend ages scrolling away. Apparently I'm gifted. Or something. Besides, fiddle fart arseing around on Facebook has a certain ring to it. Doesn't it?
It's a weird and wonderful thing, this here social media, don't you think? At the click of the mouse you can connect with like minded people, access information and endless entertainment. There are so many advantages. But if you're like me, you also need to remind yourself to pull back a bit and engage in the real world.
Others would argue that the online world IS just as real and valid these days. And I suppose it is, but there needs to be a balance. for some one like me who finds it difficult to switch attention between tasks, it can certainly be problematic.
One strategy would be to set the timer on my phone as a reminder. That way I can limit myself to fifteen or twenty minutes and stop and do something else for a set time as well. I have been implementing this as a strategy. Sort of. Kind of. Sometimes. When I remember. Yes, I am a very bad person.
Oh, well. I had better stop fiddle fart arseing around. (And, you know, saying 'fiddle fart arseing around...'). I'm sure there's something else I'm supposed to be doing right now. I had better go and do it. If only I could remember what it was...
Linking up for Friday Reflections.
What's the thing you do most often when you're meant to be doing something else?
