I’ve tried, various times and various ways, to separate myself from my mindless media consumption. The truth is, I’m terrible at it. I have just enough legitimate media usage in a day that I find myself in a vortex–I sit down to write a blog post (the dog’s blog is updated almost every day) and to comment on the blogs of my readers (people actually comment on the dog’s blog) and to check my e-mail, and suddenly I’m checking Facebook for the 43rd time a day, just to see if there’s anything new.
I even understand why I do it–I have a lot of time on my hands that I would, honestly, prefer not to have, so I invent ways to seem busy. Seeming busy and well-connected via Facebook, even when there’s nothing new there, or e-mail, even when it’s just advertisements, is easier for me than seeming sad and lonely washing the dishes.
Depressing rabbit hole aside, though, my superego has things it would prefer to use my brain for than playing a Facebook game or reading an endless stream of blogs that mostly make me feel inadequate. That is, without the crutch of killing time, I suspect I would pretty seamlessly solve the actual problem.
While, obviously, I just need to get better about thinking before I pick up an electronic gadget, that obviously isn’t getting me anywhere. So I’m going old-school. I’m putting my laptop back upstairs. I don’t go up there often during the day, and my desk isn’t prodigiously comfortable. It’s good enough for those things that I do, really need to do, but it won’t tempt me to hang out there, semi-vegetal, for hours on end.
I’ll let you know how it goes.