So my friend Wendy calls me from the road in Palm Beach, which means I get to listen to her yell at her fellow drivers as “you goddamn motherfuckers” before she settles in.
“Susie, I just read this great book called ‘Stolen Focus.’ You really need to read it. It’s about how our brains are completely overwhelmed by all the online stuff and data and that’s why we can’t focus,” she enthused. “It’s why we’re always so stressed. And it’s really well written, it’s not hard to read.”
Well, if there’s one thing I know, Wendy is unerringly right about books.
So after we get done chatting, I pick up my Kindle and try to put the book on hold via my library app, but I’m distracted by the fact that another book I was waiting for is in. I try to download it, but now it’s demanding my Amazon password, which I can’t remember.
Then a message pops up telling me to change my password because of a breach (you know, the same password I can’t remember? I think you all know where this goes.) After waiting several times for the one-time code that’s supposed to allow me to change my password and other variations on the circles of Hell, I finally give up and call Amazon. Those people must be saints, because even when you’re a double Libra, it is extremely hard to suppress hysteria. She keeps sending me codes that will allow me to change my password, but because the email address is from another account, it is not arriving by the five minute deadline that will allow me to enter it.
I am just a teensy bit tense by this point.
After 20 minutes, we finally get the password sitch straightened out, and I decide to just buy the friggin’ focus book, because I’m too strung out at this point to navigate the library app. And guess what?
I bought the book two years ago. I’ve just been too distracted to read it. Ha, ha!