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In fourth or fifth grade, my class had an assignment: interpret and illustrate a common saying. Be literal or not. We had several to choose from, and a lot of people wanted "don't throw the baby out with the bathwater" because they found it funny. How could someone make a mistake like that? Even if you're living before the days of household plumbing, so you have to toss used water outside instead of unplugging a drain, doesn't a baby look, sound, and act a lot different than bathwater??
I thought many_hands_make_light_work was more my style - I felt sorry for the hypothetical baby and I wasn't confident I could draw one.
And speaking of thoughts, I thought of this saying today because I'm doing a challenge suggested by my father: don't watch any YouTube for a week and see if you get more things done. Okay. It started Friday, I think. The problem is that I've neglected blather too, which would be the baby in this scenario.
Not that YouTube is all slop. I've missed checking out videos by Dead Domain (journalism and essays about games, art, and politics) and Ellie Dashwood (mostly historical and literary analysis of Jane Austen novels). It's just that that particular platform, for whatever reason, sucks away my attention like water down a drain.
My attention must be bathwater, not a baby. But I have to work with what I've got. After Friday, I don't think I'll put an absolute stop to watching YouTube in particular, but I might have to set specific limits, whether about creators or time.
(That sounds needlessly grandiose. The gods on Mount Olympus, Father Time. Wasn't there a Chronus somewhere? Chronic crone of ADHD adherence = my bathwater mind. I wish it was rubber and not glue. Or glue when needed and rubber when needed, sticking to things and bouncing off of them sensibly.)
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