Boredom is the bane of my being

Abri Hausman

I like to keep a very loud analog clock and a color-changing unicorn in my room to help supply background stimulus so I can stay focused on things I actually need to do.

Abri Hausman, Op-ed Editor

First things first: I am an extrovert. My mind thrives on other people and their energy.

When I was a baby, my parents used to play sounds of a noisy kitchen during rush hour or highway traffic just to help me fall asleep because without background stimuli, nothing will ever get done.

When I choose where I sit in a class, 90% of the time I will choose the seat in the middle of the loudest, most rambunctious, and distracting people in the room so that I can stay focused.

Yes, it does sound counter-intuitive, but it works for me.

See, my mind has to always be engaged with something, no matter what I am doing. I have to have a constant state of stimuli that my brain has to be processing so that I can be productive.

When there’s a constant murmur of various conversations going on, my brain is focusing on not getting distracted, which creates the constant background stimulus. Since my brain is already working on something, I can continue what I was doing.

When there’s a lull in my focus or I get bored with my current task, my brain has to work harder on not letting me get distracted, which keeps up the level of stimuli, so I can easily just jump right back into what I was doing.

The problem is when I am alone or I’m in a dead silent classroom. My brain doesn’t have anything to keep from distracting me, so when the task at hand becomes boring, well let’s just say there’s no hope after that.

Instead of just jumping right back into what I’m supposed to be doing, my brain tries to find something interesting to keep itself entertained, but distracts me in the process.

And there’s when I start off bored, because then there’s just a back and forth battle of my brain trying to find something to do in the background, me trying to focus on the thing I actually need to do, and the endless possibilities of things I could be doing instead.

It gets bad. And if I start my day out bored and have no one imposing things I must do at certain times in my day, I will have wasted that day before I even get out of bed.

Boredom doesn’t free up my time for me to catch up on my never-ending to-do list, but rather it’s a bottomless hole that renders my motivation and will to focus completely and utterly useless.