many of them have at least some good parts to their mixed bag of outcomes
Is turning into Robert De Niro one of the good outcomes?
I saw an interview with Michael J. Fox where he mentioned that thing about not being able to stop walking once he starts.
Dear post,
You were a nice post. You tried hard. But the post above you literally said, "This is too boring to write about," and thus it was the opposite. I should have saved you for another occasion.
Sincerely,
Heebie
It's just really hard to stop not commenting once you've started.
I read about a man who took his wife for a hatstand. I guess she wore at hat on her head and held one in each hand? I forget the details.
Not boring! I don't have much to add, the Parkinson's angle is interesting.
Sheryl Crow recently showed impetus by recording a goofy song ("Dude I'm Still Alive") in response to being described as dead and releasing it on Youtube instead of making it part of a full-blown slick album.
I thought that was a Pearl Jam song.
Sheryl Crow and Pear Jam both had their heyday in the 90s, so it's pretty easy to confuse them.
I have no problem with impetus, but do have a problem with momentum, at least in cerebral things. I find it easy to start things and hard to keep going. At work I find it easy to send an email about a new assignment or create a file in the right template or edit section 1 of a document, and very hard to finalize some nearly-done task or edit sections 2-10 of a document. Same when I was trying to write fiction - lots of stories got starts that I thought would be awesome, very few even got to the middle, let alone the end.
Work around the house (dusting, cleaning the kitchen, organizing some paperwork), I'm relatively bad about starting, but once I'm started I can usually get a meaningful chunk done. Playing games, I can happily binge for hours, but when it's time to stop, I usually can.
I usually stop games when another civilization builds a wonder I was just one turn away from building.
I used to suck at impetus, too. The usual smart-arse procrastinator issues, where I'd leave things (any things) to the last minute, and then do them in a huge relentless burst of effort.
One of the things about parenthood, and changing jobs, is that I am much better at all of those things now. I don't do very much procrastination at all. I'm pretty much _doing_ all the time, and when I need to do things, I just do.*
* caveat, the lack of mental downtime, and the relentless load and lack of sleep is slowly driving me insane.
I went to sleep before 17, but thank you.
I usually stop games when another civilization builds a wonder I was just one turn away from building.
There is no greater pain in this world.
I'm pretty much _doing_ all the time, and when I need to do things, I just do.*
* caveat, the lack of mental downtime, and the relentless load and lack of sleep is slowly driving me insane.
This, entirely. It certainly does argue for an impetus theory of procrastination. My life is already a waking nightmare of endless tasks...might as well take out the garbage!
I feel like that during the school year, definitely. It does make one insane. It also makes me hugely narcissistic and mad at anyone who doesn't understand the scale of my problems, while simultaneously feeling mad at myself for blowing it way out of proportion, and then finally I blame the patriarchy.
Impetus does sound right. "If you want something done, ask a busy person", right?
During chemotherapy, I lost impetus but not momentum. I clearly remember sitting on a chair, gazing at the empty glass on the armrest, feeling very thirsty and being unable to get up to re-fill the glass. That exact thing was the scariest part of the entire cancer treatment process (because I never took the cancer seriously). I found it completely terrifying. I would also have my boyfriend push me a little to start me walking, and then I was fine and could continue until I next came to a stop. I am told that is what depression can be, and also that there is chemo-induced depression, which, my neurologist friend said cheerfully, 'sometimes goes away and sometimes doesn't'! Fortunately, it had already passed by the time he said that.
We had a shit-ton of baby gear stored in the attic because of the previous two losses. (I was doing chemo while pregnant with the third, you might remember.) For my baby shower, a half dozen friends came over and took it down, and then they sorted it and installed it for me. Every single thing about that was something that took impetus and decision-making and I was incapable. I watched them as they decided things like 'this blanket goes here' and walked it to its new place. Or opened a device to check the batteries. Or decided how many bottles to keep. You don't realize, but there are four or five decisions to make for every item. I was incapable of those and grateful when they stopped asking me to say which I preferred. They did just it, and kept a list of what was missing and then fetched it. It was incredible.
It wasn't a day too soon; early labor started that night.
My impetus has been draining for years, and it's hard to know how much is just aging/changing and how much might be an actual problem. Not mental illness, just something wrong in how I've arranged my life.
Anyway, this was particularly brought home to me the other night when a long-delayed minor home repair suddenly became acute*, and I took care of it in minutes. 15 years ago, that was me all the time. AB blames the screens.
*a loose floorboard on the porch. Part of the reason for delay was that I had in mind a high quality repair, but when the dog managed to knock a half dozen (short) boards out of place, well, delay ceased to be an option. 6 deck screws later, problem solved, but inelegantly.
I didn't know six screws could hold down a dog.
Depends what part of the dog you drive them through.
Depends what part of the dog you drive them through.
It's a floor wax and a dessert topping deck screw and a neuticle.
some insecure dog owners use lug nuts to restore their dog's sense of masculinity.