#Distraction

[macrolit]

I remember a psychiatrist once telling me that I gamble in order to escape the reality of life, and I told him that's why everyone does everything. - Norm Macdonald

[blaksstr]

Stiles: We need a distraction.

Derek: What kind of distraction?

Stiles: I'm gonna fake faint in front of the cops.

Derek: Please don’t.

Stiles: Too late, I’m already dizzy.

[incognitopolls]

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[darymont28]

"Hay cosas que no sabía que sentía hasta que las escribí y me dolió leerlas"

[sucka99]

[what-marsha-eats]

[reality-detective]

Things that are not in the news anymore… 👇

-Maui wildfires.

-East Palestine, Ohio

-Joe Biden classified documents as a Senator.

-Fauci working with China to create a bioweapon.

-Pete Buttigieg’s best friend in prison for child porn.

-Cocaine in the White House. (TWICE NOW)

-The BLM and Antifa riots during 2020 causing BILLIONS of dollars of damage. And yes I brought this up on Juneteenth.

-The data collected from the Chinese spy balloons.

-Ukraine intelligence documents released that showed they were suffering massive losses and the American taxpayer was being lied to.

-Nancy Pelosi’s “documentary” film crew on J6.

-Veterans being kicked out of shelters to make room for illegals.

-Pizzagate “debunker” jailed for possession of child pornography.

-Gay porn film in Senate hearing room.

-Veterans Affairs prioritizing healthcare of illegals over Veterans.

-THE SOUTHERN BORDER CRISIS.

-Afghanistan drawdown and 13 service members killed in an attack on Kabul International Airport, that they hid the severity of it.

-Obama droning an American citizen in the Middle East.

-George Bush’s false WMDs.

-3 service members killed in Jordan.

-Hunter Biden making over $1M for “paintings”.

-J6 political prisoners that are still in jail.

-85,000 missing children at the southern border.

-Epstein’s clients.

-Obama coordinating with John Brennan and 4 other countries (5 eyes) to spy on the 2016 Trump campaign.

-Mail-in ballots were the cause of the stolen 2020 election.

-Jeffrey Epstein mentioning that Bill Clinton liked his girls “really young”.

-The (NOW TWO) airline whistleblowers that mysteriously died.

-Benghazi (I won’t mention anything more about this because I care about my life.)

-Nancy Pelosi’s daughter stating that January 6th wasn’t an insurrection.

-The January 6th committee destroying encrypted evidence before the GOP took over the House.

-Nancy Pelosi admitting that J6 was “her responsibility”.

-House Speaker Mike Johnson claiming there wouldn’t be foreign aid without border security in the bill, which was a lie.

-The recent riots from illegal criminal aliens at the southern border and the border in general.

-Hunter Biden not complying with a Congressional subpoena and deemed untouchable. Democrat privilege.

-Vaccine side effects.

-“Lab leak” out of China.

-The Secret Service having to basically guide Joe Biden everywhere he goes.

-Who leaked (Sotomayor) the SCOTUS Alito decision.

-Federal instigators inside the Capitol including pipe bomb evidence against them.

-Obama’s chef “passing away”.

-HRC’s chef “passing away”.

-The Sheriff that happened to be in Las Vegas (during the mass shooting) AND the wildfires in Hawaii.

-P Diddy sex-trafficking allegations. Where’s Diddy?

-Gonzalo Lira (an American journalist) that was killed in Ukraine

-Congress approving warrantless spying violating American’s 4th amendment rights while they are exempt.

-Americans that were left in foreign countries (Haiti, Palestine, Afghanistan).

-The billions of dollars of weaponry left in Afghanistan and the Taliban receiving $40M a week in “humanitarian assistance”.

-Biolabs found in California.

-Joe Biden’s impeachment.

-The scum in the UNITED STATES HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES waving the Ukrainian flag.

-The over 300k ballot images that could not be found in Fulton County, Georgia; the same county Donald Trump on trial for “election interference”.

-Democrats defunding the police causing massive rises in crime.

-Kamala Harris’s record as DA in California.

-The Transifesto from the school shooting.

-Many U.S. Representatives and Congress receiving FTX funds.

-They’re already working hard to bury Donald Trump’s àssassination attempt but we won’t let them bury that story. July 13th is never going away.

The distractions are out of control.

Share to show that legacy media is dead and that WE are the media now. 🤔

[lyn31]

Distracted

Summary:

Midterms are looming, and Zayne is determined to study. You, on the other hand, are determined to be a distraction. What starts as idle boredom—fingers threading through his hair, exaggerated dramatics—quickly turns into something else when he doesn’t push you away. And now? Now you’re wondering just how much you can get away with.

Notes:

Pairing: Zayne x MC/Reader College AU and Fluff.

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The dorm’s common area is unusually quiet, save for the soft rustling of pages and the occasional click of a pen. Midterms are creeping up fast, and you and Zayne have been holed up at a table for the past hour, drowning in textbooks and notes.

Or at least… he is.

You, on the other hand, have long since lost your ability to focus.

Slumped forward on the table, you rest your cheek against your palm, eyes drifting lazily over to Zayne. His face is the perfect picture of concentration—eyebrows furrowed, jaw tight, fingers twirling his pen between long pauses of writing.

Your gaze slowly trails upward. His hair, as always, is just slightly tousled, some strands falling over his forehead from the way he’s been leaning over his notes.

Your fingers twitch.

Before you fully register what you’re doing, your free hand reaches out—lightly brushing through the strands at the top of his head.

Zayne stills.

His pen hovers mid-word, and for a moment, he doesn’t react. Then, slowly, he exhales and tilts his head just slightly toward you. “What,” he says, voice flat, “are you doing?”

You blink at him innocently. “Playing with your hair.”

“Obviously,” he mutters, resuming his writing. “Why?”

“Because I’m bored.” You let out an exaggerated sigh, fingers twirling a strand absently. “Why aren’t you paying attention to me?”

“Because I’m studying.”

“Ugh.” You drop your head onto your arm, dramatically dragging your fingers through his hair again. “How heartless.”

He reaches up, grabbing your wrist just long enough to stop your movement—but he doesn’t actually pull your hand away. Instead, he just holds it there, a silent warning.

You grin. “Oh no. Have I distracted the great, all-serious Zayne?”

Zayne stare deadpans at you but doesn’t answer.

Feeling victorious, you continue absentmindedly playing with his hair, raking your fingers through the soft strands. It’s a little unfair how nice it feels—silky, cool to the touch, slightly messy but still effortlessly good-looking.

“You know,” he murmurs after a moment, “you could go bother your sister and Caleb instead.”

You physically recoil at the suggestion. “No way.”

He raises a brow. “Why not?”

You groan, burying your face in your arms again. “Because they’re doing that cutey things they always do! They’re all ‘Caleb, you’re working too hard, take a break~’ and ‘Oh, babe, I’ll make you tea~’ and it makes me want to puke.”

Zayne actually chuckles, shaking his head. “So, instead of escaping that, you decided to annoy me?”

You gasp, placing a hand over your chest as if he just mortally wounded you. “Annoy? Annoy?!” You bat your lashes at him, voice dripping with exaggerated sweetness. “Zayne, even if they weren’t being disgustingly sweet at this exact moment, I would still choose you. Isn’t that touching? Doesn’t that just warm your cold, doctor-in-the-making heart?”

He blinks at you, utterly unamused. “No.”

You click your tongue. “Tragic.”

Without missing a beat, you dramatically flop forward again, fingers immediately seeking out his hair like it’s your personal stress toy. “Unless you really want to traumatize the one who’s been by your side since the dawn of time—me—by making me sit through their nauseating sweetness. Are you really that heartless, Zayne? Are you really going to abandon me in my time of need?”

He levels you with a long, exasperated stare.

Then, without a word, he goes back to writing—this time without stopping your hand in his hair.

You blink, caught off guard. “Wait… So you’re letting me?”

“You weren’t going to stop anyway,” he mutters, still not looking at you. “Might as well accept my fate.”

You bite back a triumphant smile and very smugly continue running your fingers through his hair. His head tilts the slightest bit closer—like he doesn’t mind at all, like he actually likes it, even though his face remains unreadable.

It’s only when you glance at his notebook that you notice—his handwriting is slightly messier than before.

Your grin widens.

Yeah. He’s definitely more distracted than he lets on.

And you’re absolutely going to take advantage of that.

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Notes:

Hehehehe... They're so cute 😩 but anyway, I hope y'all enjoy the college AU Fluffy fest. Lol P.S. I just realized something......with me doing these AU I could start writing other Li but not with MC, how did I not think of that before! 🤦🏻‍♀️ Well I suppose we'll see 👀

[kiwi-koala]

Happy year of the snake! 🐍 🥳 I celebrate with spreading the word of the tsuchinoko monster from one of my favorite scenes!

[hazbinshusk]

part two of what I'm now calling the distraction series. (part one).

overlord!husk x fem!reader. husk thought if he could just taste you, his pretty little pet and personal assistant, he could get you out of his system. instead, he finds himself craving another session between your thighs. this time, he knows it will be enough for him to get over you and get his mind back on track. 2.5k

featuring: smoking, oral sex, dom/sub dynamics, husk calls reader a 'good girl'. reader is afab and fem presenting.

He can’t fucking forget the taste of you.

The gambling Overlord swallows down the familiar, honeyed burn of top shelf whiskey, eyes closing for a moment as he sighs. He though finally burying his face in your sweet little cunt would stop the never-ending thoughts of you and your thighs wrapped up in those sinful little stockings of yours.

But now, instead of the vague watercolors of desire his mind had painted before, he’s haunted by how you tasted, the way your voice had sounded as you’d moaned above him, all throaty and pitched. How your whole body had shuddered as you’d cum against his tongue.

And here you are, the dutiful assistant, working away as though he hadn’t tasted the rich ambrosia that comes from your cunt. And you’re still wearing a tight little skirt and those pretty little stockings. Only now the dark nylon has a cute little seam running down the back of your thighs as though marking a direct path for his mouth. You’re setting up the chips for tonight’s private game, and all he can think of is fucking you with his tongue.

Cigar smoke streams from his nose as he exhales, and he sets the half-gone stogie in the ashtray beside him. His golden eyes follow the curve of your waist, the swell of your breasts when they peek out from your shirt as you set his share of chips in front of him. His eyes catch the hint of black and red lace, and his cock stirs as he wonders if it matches the lace wrapped around your thighs.

“Doll.” his voice comes smooth, and it’s softer than he intended.

Still, you look up immediately, and he takes pleasure in the way you flush when you meet his eye. You’d let the professional façade slip a few times since he’d had you on that armchair in his private quarters, but he didn’t see it as often as he would like.

A sudden pang of what someone else might unwisely call possessiveness tightens through his chest – he needs to know he’s affected you just as much as you have him. He finishes his drink, eyes still holding yours.

“On the table.”

Your eyes widen, heat flooding through you immediately at the cadence of his voice, at what he’s telling you to do. Your master hasn’t once addressed what he’d asked you to do in his penthouse since it happened, and you’d forced yourself to dutifully do the same. You know you’re not the only one of his owned souls that he’s brought to his private rooms, you probably weren’t even the only one that week. But that doesn’t stop your mind from reminding you of the experience every time you look at him. Or every time you slip your hand down between your thighs.

Just as before, Husk doesn’t repeat the instruction; he just watches you with those warm, golden eyes as you swallow back the nerves that suddenly bloom within you. You could say no – you’re somehow sure that even despite him owning your soul that he wouldn’t push you – but a smirk tilts his lips as he watches you and you nod slowly.

“Y-yes, sir.”

He pats the edge of the table in front of him. “Hands and knees.”

You nod again, placing the toe of you shoe on the edge of his seat so you can step up into a kneel on the table. Husk hums his approval as you do, the rolling baritone enough to set a shiver into the middle of your back. His claws just skim over your thigh as you pass him, catching briefly on your stockings before you set yourself on the felt in front of him. You feel exposed and vulnerable, and you exhale a shuddering breath, closing your eyes.

Your Overlord hums his approval but doesn’t move, and butterflies twist and scatter in your belly with anticipation. His chair shifts, he pulls it closer to the table, and you feel rather than see his hand move towards you.

Instead of touching you, however, you realize he picks up his cigar as you feel his breath blow a warm stream over the back of your thighs, the spicy, bitter scent of the smoke teasing at your senses. A whimper slips out of you, unbidden.

“You’ve been teasing me.”

He doesn’t say it as a question or an accusation, doesn’t say it in a way that asks for an explanation or an apology.

“…Sir?”

“You’re still a distraction,” he continues, his voice a rumble of whiskey and promised sin. “And I’m wonderin’, doll, if you’re doin’ it on purpose.”

The felt is rough under your palms and your knees ache against the firm edge of the table. Your instinct is to turn and to meet his eye as you defend yourself, but something… his voice or your willingness, your need to obey? keeps you from doing so. Instead, you train your eyes on the opposite wall, swallow back your nerves.

“I wouldn’t—”

“No?” he asks, and you can picture the disbelieving arch of his brow. “You mean you don’t wear these for me?”

He trails his claws up over your calves and up along the back of your thighs, tracing the pin-up style line of your stockings. They slow, setting a glacial, teasing pace up to the hem of your skirt.

“You don’t wear these hopin’ that I’ll notice?”

“I—”

Husk’s paws curl around the hem of your skirt, tugging it slowly upward. You can’t help but shiver as he lifts it, the tight fabric sliding up towards the curve of your ass, revealing the suspenders you have holding this pair of stockings in place. His breath teases over your thighs, sending goosebumps up over your skin. “You don’t wear this tight little skirt… for me?”

He stops with the fabric bunched so that he can see just the barest sliver of your underwear, and he smirks, pupils blown wide as he finds bright red covering you instead of the expected black. He swallows, the sudden burn of sharper arousal making him ache, and he sets his cigar aside to instead palm his burgeoning erection through his pants.

“I expect an answer, pet.” he tells you firmly, and the rough edge to his voice is such a turn on that you answer automatically, too quickly to consider whether its smart to tell him the truth.

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he hums approvingly, and those two words make your breath catch. How many times had you thought about the way he said just that since the last time he’d had you like this? “Now, how about these…”

He pushes the skirt up higher, sighing happily as he reveals your underwear fully – scarlet lace covers your cunt, the back of your underwear barely more than a thong, hugging the curves of your ass while leaving most of it exposed to his hungry, possessive gaze. “…sinful fucking panties. D’you wear these for me? D’you wrap yourself up all neat and tidy in these pretty little panties in the hopes I’ll see ‘em?”

“Sir…” you breathe, biting your lip.

He hooks a claw almost idly under the edge of your underwear, sliding it ever so slowly down towards your sex, watching the red lace slide over the sharp edge of it. “Or is my pet wearin’ this for someone else, hm?”

You shake your head hurriedly, breathing growing more and more unsteady with every inch his claw traveled. “Just you, sir. Only you.”

Husk’s smirk widens, using the claw he has hooked in your underwear to tug it down to your thighs. You whine as he slides the dull side of his claw between your legs, the sound making Husk’s ears flick forward. He watches with wide pupils and a switching, predatory tail as he touches your clit and your thighs tremble.

“Already so wet for me, pet.” He murmurs, almost to himself, inhaling the sweet scent of your arousal. It takes more than he’d admit for the Overlord not to just bury his face between your legs… but he wants to savor this. Savor you. “So eager… you’ve been hopin’ daddy would do this again.”

A breathy, quiet moan slips past your lips as you answer. “Yes, sir.”

“So…” he presses a kiss to one of your thighs, above the lace of the band of your stockings, just beside the suspender holding it up. “What do we do…” he kisses your other thigh. “When we want something?”

Fuck, you feel like you’re on fire. Every inch of you is screaming for his touch, and the way he’s ghosting his claw over your clit is barely a whisper against it. You need more.

“Please, sir…”

“Ohh…” Husk breathes appreciatively, sliding his paws up your thighs. He grips your ass, kneading into the muscle firmly enough that his claws prick your flesh. Between that and the rough cadence of his voice, you’re helpless against him. “Don’t you sound so pretty when you say ‘please’…”

You moan throatily as Husk finally brings his mouth to your cunt, spreading your labia with his cold nose and inhaling deeply. Your eyes roll back at the first touch of his tongue to your clit, your teeth digging so hard into your bottom lip that you taste cooper.

Nothing compares to the rough texture of his tongue… the memory of it had been driving you insane, burning through your mind most nights since you’d last felt it between your legs.

Husk feasts on you, high on the taste of your sweet, addictive cunt. He groans into your pussy, the sound melting into a steady, rumbling purr that makes you shiver and whine as it vibrates through you. his paws give your ass another squeeze before he wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you firmly in place as you buck against his mouth.

Fuck, he needed this. Needed you.

And maybe some more sober part of him would remind him sometime soon of the dangers of needing anyone like this beyond the hour or two he spends with him… but he was never particularly good at sober. And right now… right now, he was completely lost on the way you taste and the way you grind back against his tongue.

“Good girl…” he mutters into your soaking flesh, one hand slipping around to tease your clit. He smirks in satisfaction as you buck under his touch, your head falling forward, eyes unfocused on the felt. His mouth moves to press wet, open-mouthed kisses over the insides of your thighs, and you gasp as he nips at the sensitive flesh, leaving possessive marks on your skin. “Look so pretty in red…”

His mouth returns to your cunt and he presses his tongue into you, desperate to taste every drop of the ambrosia you’re dripping onto his muzzle. He fucks you with his tongue roughly, growling into you as he urges you into thrusting back into his face. You moan loud enough that your throat aches with the sound. Any part of you that may worry you’ll be heard by the other staff in the hall is too busy with the feeling of Husk’s mouth between your legs to care.

You cum suddenly when he pinches your clit, and Husk echoes your moan as you soak his muzzle.

“Fuck, pet…” he laps at your quivering hole, the barbs of his tongue making your arms shake so much they threaten to give out beneath you. “Such a perfect little slut for daddy…”

Your shuddering as his tongue meets your clit again, and Husk wraps his hand around his hard, aching cock, coating the length of it in your cum. The feeling of it conjures thoughts of you in his lap of bent over his bed, that tight furnace of a pussy wrapped around his cock.

He strokes it with a steady hand, forehead bumping against the curve of your ass as he catches his breath. “Tell me, doll… how does it feel?”

“So good, sir…” you whine, body jerking forward as he runs his tongue over your clit again. “Oh… fuck, it feels so good. You feel so good… so nice to me, sir. Thank you.”

Husk moans, and you feel him shudder.

“Thank you,” you repeat breathlessly, body seizing with another orgasm. You fall forward, his claws digging into your hip holding your up on your knees even as your forehead grazes the felt. “Oh, thank you, daddy, thank you…”

“God… shit…” Husk groans pulling away from you. “On your knees for me, pet.”

Your body is still jerking with sensation as you do as he asks on shaking legs. Clambering awkwardly off of the table and almost collapsing onto your knees in front of him. Your hands find his thighs automatically for balance, and Husk growls, low in his throat.

His eyes are glazed and still burning with hunger for release as he looks down at you, his paw quickening around his cock. “Fuckin’… look at you…”

You open your mouth automatically, tongue slipping over your swollen bottom lip, and he curses under his breath. Your fingers smooth over his thighs, and you feel his tail against your ass, still bared with your skirt pushed up around your waist. Hooked on the sound of his heavy breathing, on the way he’s looking at you, you move instinctively, and Husk moans as your tongue touches the head of his cock, eyes rolling back.

He cums on your face and in your mouth, marking your pretty lips and cheeks with his seed. You whimper at the taste of him and Husk continues to pump his cock until it begins to soften in his hand.

He grins lazily, approvingly, as you lick your lips and swallow, his claws coming up to briefly push hair away from your face, better showing off the mess he’s made of you.

Then, he reaches into the inside of his jacket, pulling a fresh cigar out of the inner pocket. He cuts the end with a couple of claws, raising an eyebrow at you expectantly as he sets it between his teeth. You scrabble for your matchbook, and Husk hums his amused approval as you pull it out from where it was tucked into the band of your stockings. He leans down as you rise up on your knees, bringing his face down to yours as you strike a match and hold it to the end of the cigar.

The smoke he exhales makes your eyelashes flutter as it curls around your face, and he watches through heavily-lidded eyes as you tuck the matchbook away again. His claws grip the arm of the chair as you do just as you had last time, tucking his softening cock back into his pants and refastening them.

“That’s my good pet,” he praises, and you smile, feeling his cum against your cheeks as they move. “How long ‘til my guests arrive?”

You glance at the clock behind him and flush. Your voice is hoarse, bedroom-lilted. “They sh-should be here in ten minutes, sir.”

He grins, lascivious. “Best clean yourself up then, pet. Can’t have the other players seein’ just how much of a mess you are, can we?”

[dk-thrive]

The disease of our days is that we spend so much time on the surface.

— Colum McCann, Twist: A Novel (Random House, March 25, 2025)

[jamabushi]

perhaps the main achievement of our contemporary technological society is not the reduction of our dissatisfaction but greater sophistication in the ways we are distracted from this truth about our condition

[foodlova42o]

Fiddlestan doodles ~ Fids gets distracted from the portal easily ☺️

[academicfever]

A practical, step-by-step approach to break free from phone and content addiction:

The goal is to create a lifestyle that is much more attractive than going back to the void for momentary pleasure

Environment Modification

Place your phone in a different room while working/studying

Use a basic alarm clock instead of phone alarm

Create phone-free zones (bedroom, dining area)

Put your phone in grayscale mode to reduce visual appeal

Delete most engaging/addictive apps

Move remaining social apps to the last screen of your phone

Replace Addictive Behaviors Instead of reaching for your phone when:

Waking up → Do light stretching, drink water

Feeling bored → Keep a book handy, practice a hobby

Taking breaks → Go for a short walk, do quick exercises

Before bed → Read, journal, or meditate

Waiting in line → Practice mindfulness, observe surroundings

Eating → Focus on your food, practice mindful eating

#Build Healthy Digital Habits

Use app timers (set 30-minute daily limits for social apps)

Schedule specific times to check social media/content

Turn off all notifications except calls from important contacts

Install website blockers during work hours

Use "Do Not Disturb" mode more frequently

Keep your phone out of sight during tasks

#Create Meaningful Alternatives

Develop offline hobbies (drawing, writing, crafts)

Join in-person social groups/classes

Exercise regularly

Practice meditation

Spend time in nature

Learn a new skill that requires focus

#Mindset Shifts

Recognize triggers that lead to excessive phone use

Practice sitting with boredom

Focus on creating rather than consuming

Be present in social situations

Understand that you're not missing out by being offline

##Progressive Reduction Week 1: Baseline awareness - track your usage Week 2: Remove most addictive apps Week 3: Implement phone-free morning routine Week 4: Establish phone-free periods throughout day Week 5: Create new habits to replace phone use

# specific actionable steps:

Waking Up:

Stretch arms overhead while still in bed

Roll shoulders back and forward

Gentle spinal twists while lying down

Cat-cow stretches after getting up

Drink a full glass of room temperature water

Open curtains to get natural light exposure

Feeling Bored:

Keep a paperback book in your bag/desk

Have a small sketchbook and pen handy

Practice a portable hobby (origami, knitting)

Carry a puzzle book (sudoku, crosswords)

Learn finger exercises for dexterity

Practice a language using flashcards

Taking Breaks:

Walk up and down stairs

Do 5 minutes of jumping jacks or squats

Step outside for fresh air

Shoulder rolls and neck stretches

Quick cleaning task in your space

Simple breathing exercises

Before Bed:

Write three gratitude points

Plan tomorrow's tasks

Read a physical book (not e-book)

Do gentle yoga or stretching

Practice progressive muscle relaxation

Write about your day's experiences

Waiting in Line:

Notice five things you can see

Focus on four things you can feel

Listen for three distinct sounds

Observe people's expressions and body language

Practice good posture

Do subtle ankle and calf exercises

Eating:

Notice the temperature of your food

Chew each bite thoroughly (aim for 20-30 chews)

Identify different flavors and textures

Put your utensil down between bites

Sit at a proper table when possible

Express gratitude for your meal

Remember: The goal isn't to be perfect, but to gradually build these healthier habits. Start with one context (like mealtime) and build from there.

Here's how to handle those intense urges to check your phone;

#Immediate Physical Response

Take 3 deep breaths

Stand up or change your position

Clench and unclench your fists

Stretch your arms overhead

Drink a full glass of water

Walk to a different room

#The 10-Minute Rule

Tell yourself "I'll wait just 10 minutes"

Set an actual timer

Often the urge passes within this window

If it doesn't, the pause still gives you control

#Urge Surfing Technique

Acknowledge the urge without judgment

Notice where you feel it in your body

Observe how it rises and falls

Remember urges are temporary waves

They typically peak at 20-30 seconds

#Quick Alternatives

Do 10 jumping jacks

Write down what you're feeling

Look out the window and find 5 specific things

Organize something small nearby

Hum your favorite song

Stretch your fingers and hands

# Ask Yourself:

"What am I trying to avoid right now?"

"What am I actually needing in this moment?"

"Will this matter in 24 hours?"

"What could I create instead of consume?"

#Emergency Reset Options

Splash cold water on your face

Step outside briefly

Call or text a friend

Do a quick physical task

Listen to one song

Write down your current goal

Remember: Each time you resist an urge; you're building stronger neural pathways. The urge will get easier to manage with practice.

##A targeted journaling approach to redirect that "random lookup" energy into something more meaningful:

#Curiosity Journal Structure

Keep two sections:

"Questions I Want to Answer" (capture random thoughts)

"Planned Research Time" (dedicated lookup sessions)

Date each entry

Include how urgent each question feels (1-5 scale)

Note why you want to know this information

#Daily Practice Morning Brain Dump (5-10 minutes):

Write all questions floating in your mind

Add topics you might want to explore

Rate their true importance

Schedule specific research time

Evening Reflection:

Which questions still matter?

What did you learn today?

What patterns do you notice in your curiosity?

Was the information you looked up actually valuable?

#Implementation Rules

Write down every urge to look something up

Wait at least 30 minutes before researching

Batch similar questions together

Set specific research time blocks (e.g., 4-4:30 PM)

Review old questions - many become irrelevant

#Question Categories Create sections for:

Essential Knowledge (work/study related)

Personal Growth

Pure Entertainment

Practical Needs

Random Curiosity

This helps you:

See patterns in your distractions

Identify what truly matters

Transform impulse into intentional learning

Build focus and patience

[nocturnvls]

Kehlani | Distraction | NPR Tiny Desk

[reality-detective]