Observation: humans and their foibles
Multi-tasking isn’t always a good thing
Oooops. Zut alors. Me lower frontal gums have been pushed back by Yours Truly and there is nothing that can be done to rectify the situation.
Feeling like a naughty school girl, I found myself in the dentist’s chair last week – a treat not enjoyed in over two years. Although fundamentally secure, there was a niggle; I was seriously self-conscious about my excessive consumption of tanins galore and ridiculous, really rather regular visits of late to my corner shop seeking Jelly Tots, Cadbury’s Boost Guarana bar(s), Peanut M&M’s and Minstrels.
After spending over an hour being polished, preened and pruned, the appointment over, verdict due and I knew I was going to be in trouble. What is it about a visit to the dentist that makes one feel so vulnerable?
I was in trouble; I had caused my sweet self undue harm and it wasn’t anything to do with pester power edibles drowned in E numbers.
Before I continue, you need to know that I am not so bad when it comes to multi-tasking. When buzzing with to-do’s – the antithesis to my bouts of sloth, inertia and the like – I feel in control, competent, an over-achiever in sorting things.
Multi-tasking makes me active, I feel more sparkly, it has to be said. But danger was lurking in this doing-ness.
When over-active at certain times of the day, ie. first thing in the morning and last thing at night, (and no sadly, not in the rude sense – this blog hasn’t gone down that path yet, I’ve posted stuff elsewhere in the electronic ether so do have an oogle around) my brain is switched on and I multi-task beyond multi-tasking. It was at these times of day, I dread to think for how long, that the principle task in question is teeth brushing and simultaneous to this dental ritual, it appears I do everything else at home that never normally whets my appetite; cleaning floors, cooking, making beds, ironing, hand-washing, getting smeary bits off glass with a magic cloth thingy and the rest…
I had never noticed this nuance before.
Did you know that no more than TWO MINUTES is required on brushing one’s pearly whites per session?
My goodness, the damage is done. If you are still reading, please learn from this. Insight #2 has been a lesson.
Am curious to ask; any men out there with this problem?