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I'm a very fidgety person, generally. I need to keep my hands moving at most times.
In class, I used to solve this by having a second notebook open so that I could scribble random things during lull periods. I write words in the steam on the shower walls, too. Usually just random nonsense, figures I like the shape of, some poems (I write the first verse of Jabberwocky on the shower wall a lot, for example). I go through phases of having specific words I like writing: fluid, scribe, lucid, etc.
But there are a lot of times when you can't randomly write stuff on the surfaces around you. Um. Most times, really -_-; For those times, I usually try to have an object I can fiddle with. I used to have worry-beads, but I kept breaking the strands/chains (I had one almost indestructible set, but unfortunately that one kinda took a long drop off a cliff). So following that, I've taken to making a succession of small toys out of random things.
The latest one is just a hair pin slid through the arms of a hollow wall anchor screw. I slide them up and down/side to side against each other, switching which arm the hair pin goes through when the first one gets all shiny. The change in the smoothness of the movement when I switch arms is kinda fascinating. I've been using this toy for a couple of months now. It's held up pretty well, really, but I'll need a new one soon, since I've about worn through the arm of the hair pin.
It just ... struck me, recently. I keep putting the thing down and forgetting about it, so I've been asking people for the past couple of days if they've seen my toy. And when we find it, they just sort of look at it for a second. It's a sparkly hair pin stuck through a wall screw. This is what I call a toy? Really?
Uh. Yeah? Kinda. Heh. It's just ... when all you need is a familiar, moveable object to keep your hands busy, it's amazing what random things will do. And, look, it's better than me writing random words on the walls, isn't it?
*shakes head at self* Sometimes, you just suddenly realise how weird the little things are, I guess? Heh.
In class, I used to solve this by having a second notebook open so that I could scribble random things during lull periods. I write words in the steam on the shower walls, too. Usually just random nonsense, figures I like the shape of, some poems (I write the first verse of Jabberwocky on the shower wall a lot, for example). I go through phases of having specific words I like writing: fluid, scribe, lucid, etc.
But there are a lot of times when you can't randomly write stuff on the surfaces around you. Um. Most times, really -_-; For those times, I usually try to have an object I can fiddle with. I used to have worry-beads, but I kept breaking the strands/chains (I had one almost indestructible set, but unfortunately that one kinda took a long drop off a cliff). So following that, I've taken to making a succession of small toys out of random things.
The latest one is just a hair pin slid through the arms of a hollow wall anchor screw. I slide them up and down/side to side against each other, switching which arm the hair pin goes through when the first one gets all shiny. The change in the smoothness of the movement when I switch arms is kinda fascinating. I've been using this toy for a couple of months now. It's held up pretty well, really, but I'll need a new one soon, since I've about worn through the arm of the hair pin.
It just ... struck me, recently. I keep putting the thing down and forgetting about it, so I've been asking people for the past couple of days if they've seen my toy. And when we find it, they just sort of look at it for a second. It's a sparkly hair pin stuck through a wall screw. This is what I call a toy? Really?
Uh. Yeah? Kinda. Heh. It's just ... when all you need is a familiar, moveable object to keep your hands busy, it's amazing what random things will do. And, look, it's better than me writing random words on the walls, isn't it?
*shakes head at self* Sometimes, you just suddenly realise how weird the little things are, I guess? Heh.
