Productively Doing Nothing

I sat down this Saturday, determined to work on the numerous business projects that have been stressing me out, and found that I really had no motivation whatsoever. My attempt at productivity was quickly cut short by the million other things I could be doing, such as watching cat videos on YouTube, working on my time machine, or learning to play a zither. (Side Note, I believe a zither is a musical instrument but ill check on it)

After struggling for several hours to maintain my focus and be a good, dedicated student, I finally submitted to my slacking ID. (Yes! I knew that my psychology course would pay off!) I was, due to overwhelming, unforeseeable, and uncontrollable circumstances, stymied and thrown off from my original goal.

Anyway, the point is that I didn’t get any work done. I took the day off. Instead of worrying about my future career, something that my professors constantly remind me of with their homework assignments, (except for Dr. Williams of course, he always has his students complete meaningful homework assignments / Please don’t fail me!) I succumbed to the depths of despair that is slacking.

But was it really that bad? That is the question I have been asking myself this entire day. Was taking the day off to slake some of my unnecessary desires really a bad thing? As I am sitting here and writing this post, I have come to the realization that the answer is no, slacking off was not a bad thing.

This Sunday has been one of my most productive this school year. I woke up early, got a workout in, did lots of homework, and finished several aspects of the projects that had stressed me out so much the day before. Somehow, everything became manageable. No longer was I distracted and unable to focus. Instead my mind was sharp (admittedly due to having slept a decent amount the night before) and determined to finish my tasks for the day.

By being less productive (honestly that’s unfair, I did absolutely nothing on Saturday), I found that I had become more productive. I think that it all came down to letting my mind relax. Because I was focusing on doing too many different things, I couldn't do any of them. By allowing my mind to zone out and forget, I gained the ability to focus.

P.S. I did some extra research. CONFIRMED  A zither is a musical instrument.

Conversation Partner 2

Recently, I got to meet up with Hussain for the second, and highly anticipated, time. Once again Hussain wanted to meet in the Recreation Center at 2 o’clock on Wednesday at a specific table. Side Note, if there is one word that exemplifies the way Hussain thinks, its consistency. Walking up to meet him I had a severe feeling of Déjà vu. Not only was he studying the same book facing the same direction but he also was dressed in exactly the same clothes. Now, it is most likely an immense coincidence but these details were too funny not to notice (Plus it serves to make my post more dramatic J ) ( I also just learned that you are able to use smiley faces in blog posts)

Thinking this was as good a place to start as any, I decided to ask him about it. Laughing it off, he mentioned that he honestly hadn’t thought about it. Content with his answer, I approached the next most pressing question, “So… crazy weather huh?” Needless to say this struck a chord. Without warning, Hussain launched into a flurry of not so pleasant complaints about Texas weather. As he put it, “One moment it’s too hot, the next it is too cold! Why doesn’t it make up its mind?” Nodding in solemn agreement, I continued to complain about Texas’ hyperactive weather.

This was the “tipping point.” I know it sounds ridiculous and improbable but my one comment about the weather was the first time Hussain and I seemed to connect. Now I don’t mean that we were destined to meet or anything like that, but talking about the weather was the first true step we had taken to understand one another. In a way, our small talk led to a big change.

Moving past the small talk, we went on to discuss his county, Saudi Arabia, further. He mentioned that the population of his country was very young. The recent growth in Saudi Arabia, fueled by the massive oil wells found along the coasts, has led to an influx of Arabian immigrants. Unfortunately, there is really no other industry in Saudi Arabia other than oil, which is in itself highly automated and requires extensive training from its workers. In order to accommodate these new citizens and provide them with jobs, the Saudi government has expanded immensely. Hussain guessed that nearly half the total industry in his country is government owned and operated.

He went on to talk about how much he envies America for its more open style of government. In fact, I found myself attacking the US, while he attempted to defend it! This was an odd role reversal and made me reconsider my views on the US government. I am not saying that I should discount what I disagree with in our government, but I should appreciate the positive things within our government more.

After a few more minutes of talking, we decided to split up and meet again sometime this week.

Song Psychology

As I walked to psychology class last Wednesday, I buried my head in my hands and told myself that this class would be different. This time there would be no boring slideshow telling me the names of people that I could care less about, doing things that I could care less about, and having “amazing revelations” that I could care less about. Today would be a day of enlightenment and true learning, a day that would spur glorious discourse on the human condition! At least, so I hoped.

It quickly became apparent that this would not be the case. As I slumped down into my seat and saw the oh too familiar flicker of light as the projector growled into life, I quickly realized this day would be no different from any other. We would sit. We would listen (for some this entailed leaning backwards with eyes wide shut, so as to simulate sleep). We would take notes. We would leave. This was the order we had followed since the beginning of the semester and, I’m convinced, had been handed down to man from a higher power so that we could bore others into submission.

Yet unbeknownst to me, the day was not lost. Near the middle of class, a faint glimmer of hope began to peek through the cracks of boredom and spread its warm glow of promise upon the frozen heart of my expectations. The teacher approached the room and asked, “What song describes your life?” Well obviously, this sort of open ended question baffled the majority of the class and we collectively sat in stunned silence, at least until one brave soul stepped forward to claim the mantle of psychology champion. “All By Myself!” he proudly proclaimed, as the class lurched forward in laughter. The teacher, amused by the comment, decided to encourage more students to yell out their songs.

Needless to say, class quickly degenerated into a mass of students each attempting to outdo each other with ridiculous song puns and sexual innuendo. The teacher, glad to see everyone participating, did little to curb our enthusiasm (yes I know that’s an improv show reference).

By the end of class, I was smiling from ear to ear and eager to return that Friday. I can honestly say that it was one of the best classes I have had at TCU and I hope to have many more like it.

iFound my iPhone

Going into class on Thursday afternoon I had no idea that I would soon be subjected to some of the worst mental torture imaginable, at least to a tech guy with no mobile connection to the internet. A friend in the class thought it would be funny to take my phone and give it to another person to hide. Unfortunately, they both forgot and I spent the next 4 days phone-less.

Now you may say that this is nothing in the grand scheme of things, to which I retort, "Don't lie to yourself!" but losing a phone for that period of time can leave a person isolated from the digital world in a way that greatly affects his or her life. I too thought that losing my phone would be no big deal and assumed that I would continue on as if nothing happened. Besides, I had already gone tech-less for 6 long hours for another course this semester; however, I soon realized that there is a great difference to being disconnected and being cut off. While going on a tech "fast" it was only mildly uncomfortable, going phone-less, even though it was only one piece of technology, was much worse!

With no way to communicate quickly or efficiently, I was forced to rely on others for information. I was so used to being in control of my information intake that this came as a major shock. Not only that but there was the nagging realization that no one cared and even fewer recognized I was “disconnected” during this time period. With no way to talk to anyone it was easy to feel that no one was watching. This was a great way to put perspective on my digital life. I don't consider myself a person who lives for attention or recognition, but I quickly realized that on some level I use my digital life as a support for my reality. It really put in perspective just how reliant on technology I am and, in the end, how little I really affect others in the digital media space.

The situation was not all bad, however, as I realized that I relaxed significantly more during this time and I worried very little about many of the trivialities brought on by a life connected to technology. I no longer worried about constant information updates and this allowed me to reflect more on my day. I noticed that this extra time to reflect allowed me to put the events of the day into perspective and, consequently, not rely on the opinions of others. The days also seemed to progress slower and I tended to be much more productive.

While I wasn't exactly enthusiastic about losing my phone, this was a valuable experience to me. Beyond the 6 hour "tech-less" prompt I completed earlier in the year, I learned a lot more from my time without my phone. I was forced to adapt and to see just how much the tech world affects everyday life, for both the good and the bad.​

Talking with Hussain

          From the very beginning I knew that this was going to be difficult. I was excited to and at the same time terrified of talking to a non-native English speaker. How would he treat me as an American? I know we don’t exactly have a remarkable reputation, especially since my partner is from Saudi Arabia. Also, what if he hated being here? Our culture is so self-centered and gaudy. Had he adjusted or was American culture too abrasive? These questions and more flooded my mind as I walked to meet up with Hussain, my speaking partner, somewhere in the Rec Center.
            Now I say somewhere for a reason. When trying to establish a meeting place, his first decision was to meet under the third flower near the pool at exactly 12:55. Needless to say, I could immediately tell there were communication issues that we would have to work through. After stumbling around the Rec center for half an hour we finally found each other near the smoothie bar, or cafeteria according to Hussain (I say this all in good fun).
 

 

             As I walked up to say hello, it was immediately evident to me that Hussain was just as apprehensive of our meeting as I was. With this knowledge in hand, I started off the meeting slowly. We started by discussing how each other’s day had been, the weather, and other rather inconsequential topics.

           I had at first thought it would be hard to keep a conversation going, but I quickly realized that this would not be the case. Not only was he excited to talk to me but he also led the conversation and asked about all kinds of different topics. We went into sports, food, and even touched on religion! Just as a side note, when he found out that I was on dining committee for TCU he made it very clear to me that he was upset with the greasy nature of the BLUU.
           It amazed me as an American that we as a country talk so much about acceptance, tolerance, and equality, yet here was a young man from Saudi Arabia, which we are told is narrow-minded and backwards, that is actively seeking to understand and learn from a culture that is so drastically different from his own.
           After chatting for almost an hour we set a date for next week and went our separate ways. This first meeting was definitely an eye-opener and I can't wait to see what we talk about next week.

 

 

The Importance of Silence

I believe that there are times when, for whatever reason, I have been placed somewhere. There is no dramatic swelling of music, no deep felt revelation, no chorus of angels, yet somewhere inside I feel a deep-seated calm and I know that I am where I am supposed to be. It’s a feeling of purpose that threatens to take over and carry you somewhere completely new. All you have to do is step forward and accept the opportunity.

                                      

I knew that this Saturday I was “Placed.” After a long day of watching the football game and catching up with my parents I decided that I was going to brave the TCU nightlife. Luckily for me, a friend was already heading to a party and I simply had to tag along. We arrived at the house and hardly a soul was there. Ten to maybe fifteen people were at the party and I realized this was going to be a relaxed night. Or so I thought.

Within thirty minutes, 50 more people arrived and the house quickly turned into a mass of laughter and alcohol induced pheromones. I am not exactly what you would call a partier and tonight was no exception. In response to the cramped quarters, I quickly walked out to the backyard to grab some fresh air and escape the cacophony of the party.  It was there that I ran into some friends from my dorm freshman year. I talked a little and discussed the game with them but for some reason simply wasn’t interested in the conversation.

At this point I was ready to go home. Nothing wrong had happened, I wasn’t in a bad mood, I was simply…done. I was walking out the door when I saw another member of my fraternity sitting by himself and staring into the night sky. I was not particularly close with this guy but for some reason I could tell he needed someone to talk to, and while I might not be the best pep talker, I figured I could at least listen.

I sat down next to him and for a while there was silence. I took the moment to take in my surroundings. Everywhere around me there was a sense of calm. The wind blew a steady, cool breeze and, for the most part, the outside was quiet and stood in stark contrast to the heat and chaos that sporadically slipped out of the front door. Within a few minutes, my brother turned to me and asked, “How do you know when God, he, she, it, whatever is out there, is talking to you?” Stunned by the sudden question I scrambled to regain my composure. I thought to myself, “How am I supposed to answer a question like that?” and “Why would he ask me?”

But as I thought about the best way to answer it, I realized that I should tell him exactly what I was thinking. I told him that no one can tell him when or how you will be spoken to. He took a second to respond as he worked through the words, and a few seconds later simply nodded. He then proceeded to tell me the entirety of his college experience.

For the next two hours we barely moved. We talked about everything, sports, the weather, girls, family, alcohol, our fraternity, and most importantly our “place.” He went over what was troubling him and how he was dealing with it, and I simply listened. It was amazing to see how he relaxed as he told his story. It seemed that all he needed was a way to vent his frustrations. In effect, one of the best talks I have ever had in my life was one where I didn’t talk.

Seeing the way my brother grew more calm and confident from our talk, I have decided search out those who just need someone to talk to.

A Funny Night

Last night was interesting to say the least.  After a long school day filled with education and learning, I returned to my room exhausted. Little did I know, my plan to immediately go to bed would not be happening. As I walked into the common room of my quad, I stumbled upon each of my roommates facing each other holding mini-oranges and shouting, “Come at me bro!”  Upon noticing me, my roommates slowly turned until each was facing me. Finding myself defenseless I naturally began to back up slowly. After regaining their composure they looked at one another and began to circle me. It was at this point I panicked and grabbed a nearby banana. Naturally, this was seen as an escalation and my roommates began to back off. (This was all communicated non-verbally of course.)

Now that I had the advantage, I slowly made my way to my room. It was at this point they realized that three oranges together outrank one banana. As my door clicked shut, three thumps sounded as mini-oranges smacked against wood. In response to the aggression, I returned fire. My roommates fled back to their rooms in the face of superior banana fire. I decided at this point that the best defense is a good offence and pushed the opposing forces back. It wasn’t until later when I realized how wrong I was. They say an animal when backed into a corner is at its most dangerous, and whoever they are, they were right.

The pillow took me by surprise and sent me sprawling. The side of my face burned from the soft 1000 thread count pillowcase cover and I felt the distinct urge to stay on the ground and fall asleep. Fighting my natural instinct I stumbled from the room only to run into my other aggressors. As the sleeping instruments rained down drowsiness upon me, I began to laugh. My roommates, also noticing the absurdity, began to laugh too. In a few short minutes each of us was rolling on the ground.

I can’t explain why it was funny or how that night happened but I count it as a highlight of the year so far and as a reaffirmation that I have the best roommates ever.