[Media Meandry] Minutes Are Hours

Minutes last for hours when you’re bored while indulging in media that disinterests you. For me, that might be space battles, but for you, that might be weird videos. For you, they might be exciting technical spectacles, unlike those weird videos. When we consider other people’s opinions, especially in the realm of media, we should always try to remember that taste is subjective, and we should only spend money once we know we’ll love it.

Unless it’s a fifty-cent book…

About five months ago, I bought Mindbend because of its title, and after a few pages, I dropped the book with the note “Written with too many superfluous numerous words.” A few days ago, I bought a book of short stories written by Honoré de Balzac whose La Comédie humaine reminds me of a certain something after buying Père Goriot. I am just on the mend from these mindbender headaches, so I figured short stories would be easier to digest than a full novel. I paid $3 for that book of short stories and with El Verdugo alone, not only did I feel the price was worthwhile, but it also set my course. Before reading that first short story, I thought, maybe I just think Balzac’s name is funny or maybe I like the idea of his expanded universe as this sort of place where characters pop in and out. I do that. It’s easier than having to think of disparate situations.

What impressed me about El Verdugo was how time went away.

I feel often fidgety while reading or watching things as this natural sort of curiosity for the world distracts me. While watching Macross: Do You Remember Love?, I paid attention for as long as my attention could hold, before I minimized the screen to write dextroscoliosis since that thought had infected my imagination more than the space battles and idol culture on display. While watching a few two-some-minute episodes of Interface by u-m-a-m-i, my imagination soaked in the material like it had hours of time to understand the totality and nuance of each episode. I prefer the Interface experience to the Macross experience, although both have their time. Sometimes, I might want to watch something boring to explore my mind and decide on some new ideas. Sometimes, watching something too engaging might be too taxing.

When I’m at that point, though, I should go to sleep since I’m overly fatigued.

If I can’t fully dedicate my concentration to something I’m truly enjoying, like Balzac’s literature or u-m-a-m-i’s audio/visual storytelling, then why settle for an inferior media meandry except to say I experienced it for some kind of checkbox award ceremony for no one, to steal some nuanced thoughts, or to waste time? Having just raked my mind through the worst health problems I have yet to experience, wasting the better part of three months trying to restore my concentration and health to a good standard, I refuse to waste more time than I must on things that don’t matter to me. Why watch movies that bore me? Why read books that frustrate me? Why waste more time than we must

Why spend hours attempting to progress minutes in media?

There are exceptions, of course, because I drive to work to get paid, and thus waste that drive time, but only because the work will get me money, insurance, socializing, and other worthwhile commodities. I like busing into work because I can more thoroughly recapture that time by writing or socializing. I accept driving as an acceptable time-waster, though, because I can listen to music and think about writing or just let my mind relax to think of nothing particularly.

Not every moment must be productive, but every day must be productive.

That’s where I like to jokingly say, instead of “you learn something new every day!,” “I learn something new every hour!” If I’m not learning from media, then I will move on. For something like Macross, maybe if I waded through the remainder of the movie, I would have found thoughts to challenge or entertain, but if I get bored enough after eight minutes to pause it without any necessary bodily or emergent situation occurring, then I think it’s OK to drop it and move on to something else. I can always return. I didn’t burn the final copy of the movie nor did I write such a derisive hit-piece that to consider reattempting to watch it would be automatic hypocrisy – for most.

We should always challenge why we think the way we do.

The first time I heard Amon Amarth, I hated everything about them, yet now “Twilight of the Thunder God” is a favorite song of mine, and that wouldn’t have happened had I leaned too heavily into the notion that my first impression is my final impression. Sure, I’ve built databases of opinions with that sort of notion, but it’s not like that is the only time I’ll consider anything.

What if I wasn’t in the right mindset to experience Macross?

I didn’t have the understanding to appreciate Amon Amarth, so initially listening to them was tedious rather than titillating, and I fully admit that it’s probable that could be the same with Macross as well as many other things I’ve experienced, partially experienced, or considered but then skipped on. We live in such an age of media where daily we have more content being uploaded than we may ever have time to watch, so we should be both selective in the ways we spend our time and willing to reconsider things as we learn new contexts for them. We shouldn’t feel guilty for being bored with our media meandries unless we spent excessive amounts of money without prior consideration. If I buy a movie ticket anticipating that it will be good and I hate it, then I did my best part, and shouldn’t feel bad that I didn’t love it.

If I buy something and never use it, I’ve wasted time and resources.

Quotes: None.
Sources: My personal experiences.
Inspirations: Just thinking about some things I’ve checked out lately.
Related: Other Media Meandry essays.
Screenshot: Macross scene where I lost interest.
Written On: 2020 February 14 [48 minutes, from 7:36am to 8:24am.]
Last Edited: 2020 February 14 [First draft; final draft for the Internet.]
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