The young college girl tries half heartedly to focus on the pound of homework that sits in front of her. The music is blaring Christmas music through the speakers, clashing with the music streaming through her headphones making this task nearly impossible. Facebook is open on her MacBook, an added feature to the distractions that circle her head like a gust of wind. Her face lights up momentarily, as a message pops up on the bright screen. It takes only a few seconds for her to reply- she looks around and after only a moment of hesitation, she types a name in the search bar and subconsciously grins as an image of a guy pops up. Her homework is long abandoned, and the scrolling begins.
It doesn't take much to get distracted- people do it all the time. It's as natural as eating lunch. Some people have the amazing ability to just plow through things, armed with only a cup of strong coffee; but most of us can't get past a few pages of notes with out the buzz of energy around us.
Humans have this odd sense of restlessness around them nearly all the time- and I promise you, nine times out of ten it's not because we're dying of excitement. No, usually it's more of a sense of not belonging to whatever time or place we're stuck in. No one belongs behind a stack of papers to grade, or mile long of math problems to do. We belong out in the open; in our minds, we belong where we are not, we belong where we are happy. But happiness is hard to come by- they never taught that class in high school. So while we procrastinate on that subject, I guess we'll just keep scrolling.
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