Bad Day, Bad Day, Bad Day!

So. Today, I started Media Restriction Week, for a project for my Media Studies course. For those of you who don't know, Media Restriction Week basically means that, for the next week, from Monday to Sunday, I am not allowed to consume media. Sounds crazy, right? Well, it most definitely is. You see, I made a promise to eliminate virtually ALL media from my life, except for blogging, which I will do once a day, and books. Now, so far, I've learned a couple of things about how myself, and the world works. Firstly, I finally confirmed to myself once and for all that I, Kyle Scott Whittle, have ADHD. Now, this may seem obvious to a number of you, and logically, this should already seem obvious to myself. I mean, I've already been diagnosed with it, and I've been taking medication for it all my life. However, up until now, I've never really understood what that meant. I mean, I got that I found it hard to focus on certain things, but I never really understood the Hyperactivity part of ADHD. Until now, that is. Today, during my spare, after playing a board game with a couple of friends, I found myself with absolutely nothing to do. Like, seriously nothing. So, I had a weird, hyperactive breakdown. I picked up a random, empty tupperware container, and I started throwing it in the air. When that got boring, I sat on a table, and started kicking my legs, to make noise. I did this for no other reason than it was something to do. This is just how my brain works. I found myself uncontrollably tapping my feet, and I couldn't stand still for any given amount of time. So, I think that today, I learned what media is to me. Media isn't a distraction, or a means through which I gain knowledge about life.
Media, for me, is a root. An anchor. Media is the thing that keeps me in one place, focusing on one thing.

Secondly, I learned that breaking habits has consequences. Ladies and Gentlemen, I have a very concrete morning routine. Wake up at 5:20, go on my laptop, read all of my webcomics, go back upstairs, sleep until 6:20, wake back up, shower, get dressed, play games until 7:00, make lunch, leave for the bus by 7:10. Today, however, my schedule went like this: Wake up at 5:20, go back to sleep, wake up at 6:27, sleep until 6:42, shower, get dressed, nap until 7:00, eat breakfast while my mother makes lunch, leave for the bus at 7:20. Do you want to know why this happened? Simple. This happened, because my body is not used to an extra hour and twenty minute sleep. I couldn't handle the extra time, and I spent my morning in a nearly dead state, where every single part of my body, and even my mind, felt heavy. Today was not a good morning.

Finally, and most importantly, I learned that time passes really, really, really slowly. I swear, in the three hours since I've gotten home, at least six or seven hours have passed. I got home at 3. It's 6'o'clock now.

What. The. Hell.

This is the first time in my life that life has taken so damn long. Earlier today, I had taken a nap, had a dream that felt like it had lasted at least an hour and a half, woke up, and it was 15 minutes later! Is this how time passes for normal people? Has life always been this slow, and I've simply not noticed due to the time-warp that is media? Dear god, that's a terrifying thought.

Anyway, I should probably get back to... whatever the hell it is I was doing before. Despite all my griping and groaning, I'm going to continue my quest to escape media for a week. I'm going to do this, despite the obvious tolls to my mental health that this is going to take, because I promised myself I would do it, and, although I have very few principles in life, I always keep my promises.