I find myself doing progressively stranger things to kill time at work. At first I was satisfied with going to other offices and talking to people, or browsing the worksafe websites, even though they bitch about security. And then, before realizing it, I had wrapped every bone of the fingers of my left hand in tape. Does anyone else ever do stupid or weird things to kill time?
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What's the weirdest thing you've done to kill time?
Something in my head always seems to protect me from doing very weird things when I'm bored. But I have been bored an awful lot and being a very boring person I mostly turn out to make pointless list. Of like everything. And then put them in a right order.
That doesn't mean I don't do idiotic things, when I really want to do them I actually find that quite a useful way to spend your time :)
Once I took every coin our house, sat in the hallway, and lined them all up in order of date.
I also frequently organize and reorganize all my pens (2000+) by color or type, rearrange books by subject, all the clothes in all the closets by color, pattern, sleeve-length, etc. I do in stuff like this all the time; I'm not OCD, but I definitely become obsessively fixated on "sorting" tasks of all kinds.
I once got on a whole outfit of spandex. Then I started punching myself in the gut repeatedly, after that, I grabbed out a knife, and started stabbing myself in random places. I then proceeded to run down the street while beating myself (up) and then climbed up the tallest building in my town. After which I jumped off.
I then dusted myself off, got back on the clothes I had on before the spandex, made a sandwich, and started to draw a page of my comic.
True story.
I once got on a whole outfit of spandex. Then I started punching myself in the gut repeatedly, after that, I grabbed out a knife, and started stabbing myself in random places. I then proceeded to run down the street while beating myself (up) and then climbed up the tallest building in my town. After which I jumped off.
I then dusted myself off, got back on the clothes I had on before the spandex, made a sandwich, and started to draw a page of my comic.
True story.
Liar. You never made a sandwich.
I once got on a whole outfit of spandex. Then I started punching myself in the gut repeatedly, after that, I grabbed out a knife, and started stabbing myself in random places. I then proceeded to run down the street while beating myself (up) and then climbed up the tallest building in my town. After which I jumped off.
I then dusted myself off, got back on the clothes I had on before the spandex, made a sandwich, and started to draw a page of my comic.
True story.
Liar. You never made a sandwich.
Damn! You caught me.
It was Macaroni and Cheese.
And it was good.
Draw. I guess it's odd to say that considering that my comic is a photo comic. But I draw. I usually start with one line and an hour or two later I'll have an intricately detailed scene.
Then there's writing. There it's easier to hide that what I'm doing is not work related. ;)
My writing process starts with stream of consciousness brain storming so it's easy to do that in between other stuff.
Master…
Please Kyupol, you don't need to call me that around here.
I doodle a bit in class, mostly drawings that are really weird like a dinosaur with a lightsaber, I called him Darth Tyranosauraus.
I also sometimes fiddle with things, like the huge amount of loose staples in my pencil case, I just twist them untill I break them into four.
Also I have spent way too much time playing with electricity.
Sometimes I bite myself. Not hard, just enough to make a light impression. Surprisingly enough, I taste nice.
While in class, I surf the internet a lot. I've sent my girlfriend erotic poetry, ordered sex toys and had them shipped to old friends as a joke, read over the archives of some of my favourite webcomics and sometimes I post on forums.
One time in high school, I started playing with my watch so it beeped, and so did one of my friends. We timed the beeps just right so it made a pretty good tune. The teacher got pretty pissed off though, but she didn't catch us. Everyone loved the tune though, which is a shame because I can't remember how it went.
I'll do what I call the ska dance of happiness which is a sort of modified skanking on street corners or wherever when I'm waiting for something.
On occasion I've been known to just start drawing on walls, desks, floors, etc. with whatever is handy too. Doesn't matter if there's a cop staring right at me from 12 inches away either. I still ignore them.
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