Patron of the Arts of Distraction

Just last week, I joined a community choral ensemble so I'd have someplace to sing again (it's been awhile). The people are really friendly and I can tell it's going to be a lot of fun. For the spring season, we're doing a concert of Broadway songs. I'm psyched.

But poor Jen has to come to the concert.

Jen hates musicals to begin with, and coupled with her ADD, sitting through a musical or choral concert is tortuously boring (which makes sense for someone who lives and breathes rock music). Early on in our relationship, I took her to see Sondheim's A Little Night Music at the New York City Opera. Trooper that she is, she sat there for 3 hours with gritted teeth, never letting on that she was going quietly insane from boredom. When I asked her afterwards what she thought about it, she alluded to something about it not being Robert Plant, whoever that is.

But of course I still want her to come to my concert. So I said to her, "Honey, the day of the concert, make sure your cell phone is charged so you can play Tetris."

And she answered, "Oh thanks, but I don't need to play games on my cell phone. Whenever I have to go to something boring, I just come up with a problem that I have to think about or solve. That way when I get bored, I can shift gears and focus on that for awhile."

Good advice for any ADDer that has to endure their partner's boring hobby. I'm sure I would do the same if Guns N' Roses got back together and I was dragged to a concert. Perish the thought.

 

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Comments

[Corey Knapp]

please tell you me you didn't just say..."Who is Robert Plant?"

Remind me to V8 Smack you on the forehead next time I see you.