The
left hand turn arrow has been green for several seconds as we enter the left
hand turn lane and approach the intersection. It turns yellow just as we enter,
so I am in a hurry to complete the turn and exit the no man’s land between
lights. A car is following closely, trimming the yellow light a bit too closely.
Then,
there he is, a driver running the red, speeding through the intersection. I see
him closely as I apply the brakes -- hard. He does not see me, but looks
straight ahead. He is talking, animatedly, on his phone. I doubt he realizes he
is running a red light.
I
am exasperated, lay on the horn, and hear the squeal of tires behind me as the
following car almost rear-ends us.
No
one collides, this time. No one is hurt, though I am left wondering why it is
that we so aggressively pursue distraction, even when we place our own and
other lives in peril. The lament has become cliché: drivers are texting, CD
jamming, DVDing, I-Podding, reading, crosswording, applying make-up, and generally running from
the here-and-now task of driving.
And
this is not limited to driving. The most dangerous stretch of road in Tucson,
to my eyes, is the block in front of the Memorial Union at the University of
Arizona. Here, pedestrians, cyclists, long-boarders, skateboarders,
roller-bladers, Frisbee throwers all walk, run, glide, stroll while wired,
plugged in, tuned out, ear-budded, and generally distracted. The result is a
kind of unconscious chaos of movement in which collisions are common. A pedestrian was hospitalized last semester after being knocked unconscious by a distracted cyclist. She had to take a medical withdrawal and eventually dropped out entirely.
In spite of incidents like thins, no
one seems to mind.
I
think it raises some questions: Why are we in such a hurry to be distracted, to
flee from the reality of the here and now? Why not just focus on what are doing
at any given moment and do it well?
If driving, then focus on driving. If cutting across traffic on the mall, then watch and move mindfully across traffic on the mall.
If driving, then focus on driving. If cutting across traffic on the mall, then watch and move mindfully across traffic on the mall.
I
am just as guilty of distracting myself as anyone. I just do so with my
old-fashioned brain. It can serve up enough fantasy, worry, and fear to keep me
distracted for a lifetime. I have decided to work a bit at quieting the “monkey
mind,” as Buddhists like to call it, for the sake of focusing, especially
writing.
As
a writing teacher, I am particularly concerned about the social lack of focus.
Writing, for me, requires that I observe, or at least pay attention in order to
sustain a train of thought. I see students having a harder and harder time
doing this. The result is weaker problem solving ability, and shorter attention
span.
I admit that this
is anecdotal, but do count sometimes. On campus, I sometimes see 60% or more of
students either on the phone, texting, or wearing ear phones as they walk to
class. They seem unable to stop and continue to do so – in class.
What
is wrong with enjoying the actuality of November in the Sonoran Desert?
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