Boredom is Stupid, Histrionic, and Vain. Knock it off! Here’s How.

from Flickr user mesaba.

Yesterday morning, walking up the hill with Child to school, she said, “Does Santa make TVs?”

“I don’t think so.” I said this because I don’t want her asking for a TV for Xmas.

“Oh man!  I really want a TV for my room.”

“Well, even if Santa could make you one, I would tell him not to bring it.”

“What?” Shrilly.

“Why do you want a TV in your room anyway?”

“In case if I get bored.”

“Well you know, Child, there are all sorts of things to do instead of be bored.  You can color or play with one of your hundreds of toys or go outside or dance or write or read or draw…”

“But what if I do all that and then I am bored.” She interrupted me.

“You won’t be.”

“I just really want a TV in my room, mommy.”

“Oh?”

“And a DS.  When will you buy me a DS?”

“Who knows, Child.  Maybe never.”

To her credit, there was no more shrill “What!”ing.  She is pretty good at hearing “no,” all things considered.  But her single-mindedness  is impressive indeed.  She, I think, may possess my obsessed gene.

All this got me thinking about how:

Boredom is Stupid.

I live with two people who often profess to be bored.  It makes me nearly blood lusty every time they do.  I don’t really view it as in my right to scold Fella over his, but Child’s accustomed to my earful whenever she talks about being bored.

I don’t rightly remember when it was that I decided that boredom was not something I wanted to engage in.  But Irecall knowing, when I was fairly young, that there is ALWAYS something to do.  I am never bored.  It takes so much effort to be bored.  You have to ignore everything around you and make up reasons not to derive joy–even minor joy–from activity–even minor activity.

If I am attending a boring talk or conference or meeting, I write or think or read–discreetly, so as not to be rude.  There is always something to think about.  Always.  Even if it’s just wondering what the chair in front of you is made of and how it came to be.

Here, let me show you:  I wonder how much money it costs to produce that one chair, and how much the machines it was made on cost, and whether the chair has been inspected by a number of people, and what catalogue this venue used to order this chair, and if they ordered a hundred with it, or just the one, or a thousand or more.

And you know what’s super cool about the future in which we live?  You can ask the internet.  So what used to be just exercise for my questioning muscle has become an information treasure hunt.

Boredom is Histrionic.

I think that people who profess to be bored are more interested in the stomping and slouching and whining that they believe boredom warrants than they are in examining the real source of their boredom.

That is pathetic.  It is unbecoming.  It is arrogant.  Professing boredom is like saying, “I know too much to be interested in anything.” And I say a great big FUCK THAT.  Nobody does.  In fact, the more one learns, the more one sees that there is to know.  And if you don’t already know this, you’re doing it wrong.

Boredom is a vain habit of mind.

Boredom is a vacuous vortex of laziness.  But more than that, boredom is a choice.  Being bored is like being on birth control.  Or like being a republican.  It involves a complicated set of thoughts, and after all of that, a choice.  After a time, this choice becomes the rote choice, and boredom gets easy.  It is, certainly, easier to tell yourself there’s nothing to do and then do that, and feel sorry for yourself about it, than it is to get up off your rump and set the world on fire.

But I’m not talking about setting the world on fire here, people.  I’m talking about playing with the pebbles in your driveway or drawing a picture or reading a book or even (though I think TV contributes to boredom more than relieving it) watching TV.

There is never legitimately nothing to do.

People who say they do drugs because they are bored are lying.

People who do drugs do them because they want to.  They feel like they have to explain it, so they say they are bored, because boredom is something that people seem to universally profess and experience.  And probably, too, because doing drugs is socially taboo and mired up in all kinds of cultural and personal and moral and legal negativity.  So they give the demon boredom all the credit for their enterprising recreational recklessness.

My point is that there are a million and one things that a person can do instead of being bored that aren’t drugs, and that people should probably stop blaming boredom for drug habits or unplanned pregnancies or low achievement on standardized tests.  We should not give boredom that kind of power over us.

Here’s how.

First, whenever you catch yourself saying or thinking, “I’m bored.”  Stop.  Don’t say it.  Go to the bathroom.  Look in the mirror.  Give yourself a pep talk.  You’ll probably only have to do this once or twice.

Say: “You are in charge of yourself.  You are your own master.  You do not have to be bored.”

Then, take a deep breath and look around you.  What do you see?  If you see a mess, clean it up.  If you see a wall that’s a color you don’t like, make a plan to paint it–go online to do room mock ups, or get in the car and drive to the paint store.  If you see that your yard has sprouted 800 dandelions, remember when you were a kid and all the obnoxious or fun or delightful things you used to do with dandelions.  If you see a pile of paper, pick up a piece and draw or write something.  If you see a book, read it.  If you see the TV, look for something else.  If you see your spouse or children or roommate or sister or whoever, tell them you like them and ask if they want to go to the park.  Or if they want to make cookies or think about painting a room with you.  When you’re done, just keep looking.

If you can’t see anything to do, go to plan B.  Finding a way around boredom will get easier the more you practice.

These are things you can always do.

Tell yourself a story: any story, one from your past, one you want for your future, one you make up.
Doodle:  Here’s a TED talk about how cool doodling is.
Take a walk or a run or a hike or a dance.
Think.  Thinking is an activity. Sometimes, props help.  Like paper and a pen.  But it’s equally rewarding to just let your mind wander.
Sing.
Talk.
Hop.
Dance.
Masturbate.
Clip your fingernails or toenails.
Daydream.

Here are things you can almost always do, but will need a prop (or several props), or a buddy.

Read.
Surf the Internet.
Ride a bike.
Go to the gym.
Cook something.
Write.
Color.
Draw.
Have sex.
Skip rope.
Do hand-rhymes.
Reminisce.
Argue.
Go someplace, like the library or a museum or to your neighbor’s house.

Boredom is the enemy of enterprise, development, and learning.  Conquer it, my friends.  And be more productive.

Do any of you have strategies to combat boredom, or a favorite story about a boring time that became a not boring time because you scared up something fun to do?

How To Be Insanely Productive: Lessons from the April Line School of High Energy Living

From ishane on Flickr.

People have been asking me lately, “How do you do it?  How do you get so much stuff done?”  These are usually my fellow self-employed friends and they are typically asking with respect to my blog.  I spend a lot of time on my blog.  A LOT.  I also freelance consistently for one publishing company and a handful of publications.  I’m also a mother and a partner and a grownup with a modest (but rewarding) social life.

But I’ve always been a high energy person with big ideas who digs being turbo busy.  I had three jobs at a time in high school. I worked full time through college while making Dean’s list every semester.  I applied to grad school 1.0 while Child was an infant and I was a senior in college and running an eBay business.

I have held several sales jobs while freelancing as an editor and writer, being a single mom, and responsible for a domicile.  I’m not bragging.  This is all ridiculously insane, and if I keep going at the pace I’ve maintained for the past sixteen years, I will burn out by the time I’m forty.

But if you really want to know, this is how I do it:

 Be born blue collar.

I credit my ridiculous work ethic 100% to having been born into a family that doesn’t have much money but works really, really hard.  I’m productive because I have to be.  And I’m not going to blow any of that working class self-righteous smoke up your asses.  I’m not going to say, “I’ve worked damn hard for everything I have and that’s why I’m not a twat.”  I’m not a twat because I’m a nice person.  I have worked very hard in my life, but that’s because I’ve had to.  If given a choice, I wouldn’t have, but I would probably still be a nice person.  I know plenty of people who are nice who have led reasonably charmed lives.  I know lots of blue collar twats.  The source of twattery is not–as the blue collar set would have you believe–privilege.  The rest of this post applies regardless of the class into which you were born.

Acquire as many competencies as you can as early as possible.

When I was a kid, I loved learning how to do new things. I got bored quickly and would move on to the next thing. This did a number of things for my future productivity: It taught me how to self-motivate, and it gave me self-confidence. Here are some of the things I learned how to do before I was 20: play piano, play saxophone, paint ceramics, throw clay pots, take pictures, draw, dance, cook, sew, clean, write, read, do laundry, knit, crochet, paint, etc. To be fair, I’m only still interested in about seven of those things, and only any good at about 4 of them. But learning how to do things quickly and well sets you up to like yourself and be efficient as you go along in life. Since I was 20, I’ve learned to play guitar, knit & crochet better (though I am still a total rookie), make jewelry, do zumba, and write and read better. Continue to read and learn and grow. That will make you like yourself more, which will make you more interested in pushing your personal boundaries, which will mean that you’ll be more motivated to do more stuff.

Get Acquainted with Dawn’s asshole.

I get up at 5.  Sometimes earlier.  On weekends, when I sleep in, I sleep till 6.  Stay in bed till 7.  Monday through Friday, I’ve accomplished more than most people do all day by 9:00 a.m.  I’ve grown & drawn boundaries, and I feel positive about a five-day work week these days.  But if I didn’t have a child and partner who want to spend time with me, I would do this seven days a week.  If you can’t get up, stay up.  Work into the night.  I used to do it that way.  Work till 2:00 a.m., get up at 9:00 a.m.  The get up early model works better for me now because I am mom.

 If you are feeling shitty and you need a day off, take it.

I only relatively recently–within the past two years–started this policy, but it increases my productivity because I get all the wallow or sick out of my system, then I can return to my pursuits with full steam energy and effort instead of diminished-by-moodiness-or-illness energy and effort which can be embarrassingly lackluster.  Plus, when I push through sickness or the doldrums, I hate myself for not getting anything done, and then I keep not getting anything done because my energy is all negativity and fatalism and not positivity and gumption.

 The glass is half full.

My cliche mantras:  It could always be worse; At least I’m not dead; I’m good enough, smart enough, and people like me.  These are the little truisms that keep me going, that keep me looking on the bright side.  It’s not enough to just say them, though.  You have to believe them.  You have to know that your life is never as shitty as it could be, and that around every corner is an opportunity waiting for you to grab on and charge forward.  You have to know–without needing affirmation–that you’re good and smart and people like you.

Take advantage of every minute.

Here’s how to do housework when you’re already booked past full: It only takes five minutes to do dishes.  It takes about ninety seconds to move laundry if you have to go to a different floor.  It take six minutes to fold laundry if you’re anal about it like I am, less time if you’re not.  It takes about four minutes to vacuum a big room.  It takes fifteen minutes to scrub hell out of a bathroom, ten minutes to sweep and mop the kitchen.  Whenever you’re waiting for something to happen, do something else.  If you’re baking some macaroni or chicken, run up and clean the bathroom till the buzzer goes off.  If you’re ready to go and you still have five minutes till you have to leave, do the dishes. Go to the grocery store as early in the morning as possible, that’s when the fewest people are there so it will go faster.  Whenever you go to the basement with laundry or supplies, bring up something you need.  If you can choose, put your laundry machines on the same floor as the bedrooms.  In short: be efficient.  A cool thing that can help you even more with this is using the Pomodoro Technique’s free timer.  There’s a DROID app, too.  Working in bursts of 25 minutes will keep you focused, plus give you five-minute breaks to do dishes or laundry.

Sometimes you have to give yourself a treat.

For me, productivity and accomplishment are often their own rewards.  But I’m also a deeply moody person and can be too sensitive and pissy without reason.  Sometimes, I have to go get myself a ridiculous decadent coffee from Starbucks.  Breve and extra espresso and whipped cream and all of it.  Or I have to have an absurdly carby meal.  Once in a while, do whatever gives you superfluous joy or gratification.  It sometimes helps to bribe yourself: If you know that you can do anything if you get to have a long, hot bath, promise yourself one once you accomplish a micro goal.

Exercise.

I’ve been thinking about this one a lot lately, since I’ve been working out with intention.  But when I was younger, I ran my face off as a food server around everything else, so I’ve usually practiced this in my life.  Getting sweaty is key to optimum productivity.  Do this in a way that gives you satisfaction and as little discomfort as possible. I am ridiculously motivated by self-sufficiency and money, so waiting tables was a good match for me.  Now that I can’t fit that into my life anymore, I do Zumba. If you love to run, run.  If you love to dance, dance.  If you love to hike, do that.  If your thing is outdoors, have a bad-weather backup plan. Do not make excuses, just do it–at least three times a week.

 Make time for the important stuff.

This is the hardest one for me.  I have no trouble at all feeling urgency about getting work done for money. Sometimes, I have to force myself to acknowledge the importance of leisure and family time. Money is not as important as good relationships or being a good parent.  Volunteer at your kid’s school as much as your schedule will allow.  Spend time with your partner or best friends.  Write emails with people who are important to you but who live far away. Your work will always still be there tomorrow. These things will keep stuff in perspective.  Perspective will keep you moving.

Know your own boundaries.

You can’t push yourself past your own physical limitations.  If you need 8 hours of sleep a night, take it.  If you can’t exercise three times a week, do it as often as you can.  If you can’t work for 6 hours straight, take breaks.  Get to know yourself while pursuing productivity, and if you must push past your boundaries, work up to it systematically: Every day, do another five minutes or hour of x, reward yourself, and drink coffee.  Be careful with other, less-legal uppers.  I almost called this post the Honorary Crack Files, but I didn’t want you to think that I’m getting ramped up with drugs.  I’m not.

Have a clear sense of your goals in both short and long term.

My ten year goal now is to be able to make enough money just from my blog. I want people to come to me for services without prospecting.  I can do this, and I will.  My shorter term goals include finishing the MFA ahead of schedule, and get a couple of tidy, nice-paying writing gigs so I can give up some of the work that I derive lesser satisfaction from.  My goals for this week are to read 600 pages and do another five pitches to my current target publications, Bust and Paste.  I am constantly re-evaluating these goals and priorities and building action plans around them.

Reuse your work, take shortcuts, and ask for help.

If you’ve done a piece of work, make it work for you in a different context: if you’re a writer, re-sell your stories, or use your research to do different pitches.  If you design something, figure out how to use that design for other, similar projects.  Start from scratch as little as possible.  Google Passive Income.  Almost everybody has a potential passive income source.  Find yours.  If you find a fast way to do something that does not diminish the quality of the final product, use it.  There is honor in making the most of your time, even if it you’re not using a classically perfect method.  Also, use technology.  If you don’t know how, learn.  It will make your life easier and will give you back time you wouldn’t otherwise have. Email saves me tons of time.  Instead of a list of phone calls that need to be made during business hours, I can write emails at any time, and schedule them to send at appropriate hours.  Asking for help can be anything from reading a blog by a person who does what you want to do but does it more effectively, to asking other human beings for help, starting a child care co-op, or setting up a chore share with your roommates, partner or spouse.

Don’t get down on yourself if you don’t get everything done.

If you fall short of your goals, don’t fret.  Step back, re-evaluate, and do better next time.  There’s always a next time.  Some failures do not mean failure is constant.  It just means that you have things to learn.  Learn them and bear forth.  Be diligent and thorough, and the rest will follow.

Things You Hate About Yourself

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Lorrie Moore wrote this great book called Self Help in the 80s.  It is a collection of short stories, some of which were told in second person, and I spent about 2 years in college emulating the hell out of them.

Writing in second person is, to me, like writing to myself.  Plus, I love the punchy cadence that comes of it.  Giving yourself a pep talk makes you sweat.  See?

So I’ve had a pretty shitty day or two (with some major high points in there, like my interviews with people for the Wildcat Comic Con), and I’m going to write some things I hate about myself in second person.  This should be entertaining for you, as I tend to get funny when I’m sad/angry, and if you know me well, get ready for a long nod.  If you don’t know me at all, you will know me better henceforth.

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1.  You exhaust yourself.  You think of ways to make your own life harder.  You spin around and around and around and you light a torch at both ends.  Mostly, you find this to be exhilirating.  But when it gets you down, it gets you way down.

2.  You are HORRIBLE with confrontation.  You hate to tell people with words how much they’ve hurt your feelings.  You write letters instead, but you never send them because you hate that.  You want to confront. You try, but find yourself, too often, holding your breath and “taking the high road” which, in your life, is euphemistic for “hanging out under people’s heavy, muddy boots.”

3.  You are good at focus, but sometimes you are so good at focus that you ignore important things like your child and your partner.  Your child is developing her own distractable inner life, and you wonder all the time if this is a good or a bad thing, and if you could halt it a bit by being more consistently engaged.  You realize that, like any addiction, workaholism is unhealthy and damaging, but your rootedly protestant soul has a hard time being upset with itself for your addiction to productivity.

4.  You are too chubby.  You hate that you’ve let it get so out of hand. You are working on it. But you wish that you hadn’t fallen in love with a man who loves food as much as you do, and you wish that you could be one of those indifferent people who just eat celery and boiled chicken breast meat, because why eat anything else, because food is just a distraction, and who cares anyway?

5.  You are not very good at history or geography.  You find this to be embarrassing, but you fail to do anything about it.  You have easy access to several books which could assuage this at least partially, but you continue to read literary fiction and graphic novels and occassionally try out some sci fi or some HP Lovecraft so as to have something to discuss with your lover, who finds your literary realism more distasteful than you find his HP Lovecraft.  You are fond of the Victorians, after all.

6.  You suck at money.  You always manage to scrounge enough up for things,  eventually, but being bad at money causes you more trouble than it should, since you know–rationally–how not to be bad with money.  You are far too comfortable with financial chaos.

7.  You are not very good at math, but you have put forth some serious college efforts, and feel like you could get it if you really needed to have it, and somehow that is enough for you.  You wish it wasn’t.  You wish you could force yourself to study math the same way you wish you could become so neurotic about your weight that you get so skinny and strong you stop menstruating.

8.  You find most documentaries to be horrible wastes of resources, and you wish you had the time and resources to study the hell out of something deeply interesting, write a few books, and then make a documentary that is actually revelatory, instead of some half-baked theorizing by people who just want to talk to a camera and/or are touting some filmmaker’s agenda.

9.  You feel guilty about ridiculous things.  You feel guilty about being white, about having a great kid, about being a single mom, about living with a guy who’s not your kid’s dad, even though he’s great to your kid.  You feel guilty about not believing the same things your family does, and about the worry it causes them.  You feel guilty about driving too fast, or driving too slow, but you do not feel guilty about working too much or being moody.

10.  You have incorrigible optimism and wild drive, but it does not come naturally.  It is something that you heap on top of a natural fear and self-loathing and cynicism and doubt the way Paula Deen slathers things with butter and mayonnaise.  You view the strength here as the drive to pile the optimism on top of the depressive tendencies, and this is the precise thing that exhausts you about yourself.  Sometimes, you just want to give up and swim to the bottom of a bottle of tequila.  Most of the time, you are grateful for your own intensity, even though it is exhausting.

Whew.  Your turn.

I am an egomaniac. You can be, too. Five Simple Steps.

from: katdish.net

I don’t think I’m ever going to stop feeling inspired to write after I read some stuff over at Penelope Trunk‘s blog.  That’s why I am going to keep reading it and keep telling you to read it, too.

Fella (that’s my new euphemism for my domestic partner.  I like vintage terms like groovy and swell) thinks I am conceited. The truth is that I am aware of my strengths, and generally find it to be more satisfactory to acknowledge, but not dwell on, my weaknesses.  Here is a parody of a  typical conversation:

Me: “I think I can make extra money offering creative writing courses.”

Fella:  “Maybe you could if you’d published a book.”

People who are not  egomaniacs stop right there.  They would be convinced that people would laugh and they would give up before they got started.

This was my thought process:  So I have not published a book, that is true.  But I have published a short story in a literary journal that published Raymond Carver, too, and I write for my local paper, and I write for more things all the time, and I have a BA in English where I studied writing pretty exclusively.  I have helped people with their writing as long as I can remember.

And my students don’t mind that I haven’t published a book.  I am a good teacher.  And I am funny.  And I am also kind and I exert considerable effort, and people notice.

Five Steps to Becoming an Egomaniac

  1. Don’t ever tell yourself “no.”  If you get a great idea, keep thinking about it.  If you want to try something new, do it.  Don’t make excuses, just do it.  If you fail, so what?  You can’t succeed if you don’t try, either.
  2. Make a list of things you’re good at.  Even silly things like tying your shoes and boiling eggs.  Everybody is awesome at lots of things.  Being an egomaniac is about a habit of mind.  If you constantly remind yourself what you are good at, it will be easier to see new things you’re good at.  Practice acknowledging these things.
  3. If you want something, just ask!  I have blatantly asked for all of the writing jobs I have.  They do not find me, I find them.  I walk up to strangers and start conversations. When I find out they might need a writer, I tell them to hire me.  Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t.
  4. View failures and refusals as opportunities.  If I mess something up, I try it again.  I look at it from all sides and decide where I went wrong.  If I don’t know or can’t tell, I tweak something random and try again.  If somebody says no, don’t take it personally.  Probably they would hire you if they could.  Even if this is not true, it is better for your outlook to believe it.  This habit of mind will make it easier when someone attacks you with intention.    Usually they’re attacking themselves, too.  So remember that and respond with grace and dignity.
  5. Don’t wait for people to like you.  You have to like yourself.  I like myself.  When there’s something I don’t like about myself, I try to change it.  When there’s something somebody else doesn’t like about me, I examine the legitimacy of their complaint after I get over my defensive, “They’re wrong and a jerk and ugly, too” knee jerk.  If you like yourself, other people will like you.  If you do these things, you’ll find it easier to like yourself.
Go forth.  Be an egomaniac.