“I used to think the brain was the most fascinating part of the body. But then I thought, “Well, pfft. Look what’s telling me that.” – Emo Philips
It’s a good thing people don’t flat-out accuse me of not paying attention, because the honest response would be, “Oh, I am paying attention; just not to you.”
I am here today to confess that I am totally, utterly self-absorbed.
One of those self-report scale statements (Sometimes, Often, Rarely, Never) that always used to bother me was “I am easily distracted by outside stimuli.” I would check “Rarely” and then go on to tie myself in knots about how maybe I was wrong thinking I have ADD; I’m not the “Oooh, shiny!” type, I never have been….
What I eventually realized was that I was distracted: it just happened to be by all the stuff going on on the inside. My own thoughts were of far more interest to me than anything out there.
Here’s the way I put it when I was jotting down the notes to bring to my evaluation:
My inner mind is a major character in my life, and rarely shuts up. I’m constantly aware of my mind reacting….Sometimes the subtext is present enough to seem almost like a narration, although usually that only happens if I’ve been recently reading a good novel.
….she typed, trying to recall the feeling precisely as she entered it into her blog….
Wow, that really does sound crazy.
OK, the narrative version of my thoughts doesn’t happen all that often. But the constant awareness I have of myself, this totally conscious reaction to everything, that’s all the time. For a long time I assumed that everyone went around this way. After all, there was that acting class I took in college, where we devoted several sessions to a technique called “subtext.” Subtext is what the character is thinking or feeling beneath the surface, which may or may not match what is being said in the dialogue. “Wow!” I remember thinking, “My whole life is subtext!”
You could choose your character’s subtext, and you were supposed to think it silently throughout your scene. Looking back, the most effective subtexts tended to be fairly simple things; such as “I love you,” or “I want to kill you,” or “I am going to kill you.” The subtext was a barely-conscious thing, a silent mantra, it was the emotion driving the character’s behavior. All the wordy stuff, that’s what your character says out loud, sometimes in iambic pentameter.
So in actuality my subtexts aren’t anything like the acting class. They are more like the script itself, with the monologue going on entirely within the confines of my head: “Oh, my God! He’s looking right at me! What do I do? I feel completely frozen….Does he know what I am thinking right now?” It’s almost as if life is the sportscast and I am my own color announcer –
Cue music: “I’m My Own Grandpa”
Yes, there are soundtracks, too; because everything kicks off a song lyric or two.
I suppose you could say that some of this really is sort of like the “Oooh, shiny!” phenomenon, because the things I’m thinking about might happen to be things in my surroundings. There I am, in the pediatrician’s office, and the doctor is giving me instructions for my child’s strep throat treatment, and I’m thinking about how curly the doctor’s hair is, or about the artwork on the exam room walls, or wondering what’s in the file she’s holding. That’s not about me, right? It’s about the hair, or the art, or the file….
But it’s supposed to be about the doctor, the one who is talking. The one who is trying to help us. It’s supposed to be about my sick child, who just wants to go home and feel better. And instead I’m asking the doctor to repeat herself because I’m sitting there amusing myself with my own observations.
Sometimes I am highly aware and observant of the present moment, the current conversation, but usually that’s because I’m trying to get the details right for the blog. Usually I then go on to start silently composing my blog entry right there before the conversation has finished.
And the subject of the blog, of course, is…me….
Now that I’m on meds, this should be better, right? Since starting medication I’ve had a couple of amusing situations where I’ve been sitting listening to somebody talk, and I’ll suddenly realize, “Hey! I’ve been focusing really well! I’ve been paying attention to this entire sermon! This is so great! I never used to be like this before; those meds must be working! Thank God I got that diagnosis and solved the –
Oh, damn, what did she just say?”
No, I’m not quite where I need to be yet.
So you’ve probably figured out that I go to church, and if there’s a mind-wandering minefield anywhere, it’s church (positive-spin version: I am meditating.). I am constantly catching myself Not Paying Attention, and then of course I have to berate myself and promise to do better, which is good for another five minutes of Not Paying Attention, and last week in the middle of this lovely cycle, I became consumed with this idea: I don’t have ADD; no, the reason I am not paying attention because I am self-absorbed; I am SELFISH. I have not loved God with my whole heart because I’m infatuated with my own brain! I have not listened to my neighbor as myself! I am not worthy to gather up the crumbs of the conversation…..
Yes, my faith in my ADD diagnosis was shaken that day. Maybe I really was just this horrible, terrible, selfish person. Attention Defecit indeed. Pfft! Attention Defecit as in, she wants more attention; she’s not getting enough already, the greedy thing! And, look, she’s on drugs, too – she’s on speed! She deserves to be punished…..
And I have been, in a way.
From time to time, I get bouts of what Google tells me is called “Patulous Eustacian Tube.” Which is just a fancy way of saying the tubes in my ears like to stay open, rather than returning to their normal closed state, after popping open during a yawn or a swallow or what have you. Whenever I try to ramp up my fitness routine, it kicks in, usually for about an hour or so at a time, on and off all day long, until my body adjusts to the new activity level after a few weeks.
The main symptom of a patulous Eustacian tube is autophony, which is the sensation that your speaking voice is amplified inside your head. Simply put, when you talk, you hear yourself very loudly. Other voices are either normal or slightly muffled. As you might imagine, it’s hugely annoying to hear yourself amped-up when speaking; it can be almost uncomfortably noisy. At times even breathing and chewing sounds become obnoxiously present.
I can’t stand to hear my voice in my head.
The punishment fits the crime, wouldn’t you say?