PSA - based on the three-day forecast, Earth will be shifting out of its orbit some time tomorrow evening. Please plan accordingly.
I find that when I have to rush around and try to remember to pack a long a list of things, or if I'm running late and need to do several different things before I try to leave the house I am extremely distractible when I finally get to my destination. Basically, rushing is kryptonite and I have to intentionally slow my pace and if that's not an option, look out below. Does anyone know the neurochemical explanation for this or experience the same thing?
I definitely experience the same thing. I’m not sure what the explanation is, but I suspect you’re on the right track with neurochemicals and whatnot. It’s probably something to do with dopamine and adrenaline and how they mix or something like that.
Anyone out there have a more coherent explanation for this one?
All of the running around, searching, and trying to remember what you need and where you left it requires a huge amount of mental energy. Since everyone is more distractible when they’re tired, it makes sense that an ADHDer would have problems paying attention after a brain-exhausting scramble to get out the door.
Professor Xavier’s Thanksgiving speech in The Uncanny X-Men #308
by Scott Lobdell (writer) and John Romita, Jr. (pencils)
Cold ashes. Vinegar. Turkey bacon.
“Cassilly’s plan for the cement site — Cementland, he called it — was even more ambitious. He aimed to build a castle, climbable pyramids, water slides, and a field of animal sculptures mixed with old factory machines. He planned to install a spiral staircase around the smokestack so people could climb to the top and throw rocks off the side. (“I haven’t worked out all the details,” he told St. Louis’ Riverfront Times in 2000, “but the theory’s sound. Everyone likes to throw rocks.”)”
I don’t know if everyone likes to throw rocks, but I really, really do.
1. I’ve decided The Doctor exists. I can’t justify this belief. I just prefer to live in a reality where The Doctor is out there, somewhere.
2. As a corollary to the above, the Doctor Who television series is a dramatization of the real Doctor’s adventures in time and space. The real Doctor is a fan and occasional technical consultant.
3. It’s unlikely that I’ll ever meet the real Doctor, but I don’t know what The Doctor looks like, so it’s possible that I already have.
4. I wasn’t a childhood fan of Doctor Who. My best friend was a huge fan, but I missed it completely because it aired on a night of the week when I wasn’t allowed to stay up late. I’m certain I would have loved it, and in the same awkward and obsessive way I loved Star Trek.
(Worth noting: When I was twelve, I decided to believe that Star Trek dramatized real future events.)
5. I watched my first episode of modern-era Who (‘Rose’) on Netflix on Christmas night of 2010. My daughter had a nasty cold-like illness, and she could only sleep if we held her upright. I watched four more episodes that night.
6. That first experience may be the reason I think of the Doctor as the ultimate father figure. I was struggling (and failing) to find my way as a father when I found the Doctor, and he became my role model almost by default.
It works because when you’re a child, parents are these mysterious, powerful beings who are sometimes fun and sometimes terrifying, and you love them unconditionally.
7. The 11th Doctor’s first meeting with Amelia Pond is possibly my favorite ten minutes of Doctor Who because encapsulates those early days of parenting pretty well. You’re raggedy, hungry, and full of promises that you really intend to keep but can’t quite live up to.
8. With all of the above, I never really take to Doctor/Companion romance. It’s not that I can’t get over my own need to make The Doctor into a father figure. It’s more that I can’t get over the power imbalance between a centuries old Time Lord and a companion who is barely out of high school.
9. Not coincidentally, Donna Noble is my favorite of the modern companions. I’m still sad and angry at the way she had to go.
10. I look back over the different phases of my life so far, and somehow they make more sense to me as different Incarnations of myself than as one continuous person. I won’t live to be nine-hundred years old, but I feel like I’ve already lived more than one life.
11. I don’t watch the show with my kids. I know a lot of parents who do, but I don’t think mine are ready for it just yet.
Also, there’s a part of me who thinks they deserve to find The Doctor for themselves.
12. Because I don’t watch with my kids, I won’t be watching the simulcast of “Day of the Doctor”. I’ll have to wait until tonight, and based on my Tumblr feed’s reaction to last night’s showing of “An Adventure in Time and Space”, I’d better stay offline completely if I want to have any chance at avoiding Spoilers.
So Happy 50th Anniversary Whovians. I’ll see you further along my own personal timeline, though it might be earlier in yours because The Doctor is real and we could meet any minute.