The Great Nothing Experiment (i think i might have made it up)
I once tried doing nothing (or maybe I was forced to...let's not go in to that).
Literally nothing. I sat on my bed, phone on airplane mode (just kidding, you see, my phone had been confiscated...because I might be a chronic phone user..ahem)
My internal clock ticked...1...2...3...
- Second 17: Mental note: redesign the timer app because the font kerning is terrible.
- Second 20: What if there was an attendance app of my own? (and yes, I did end up making it, will share soon)
- Second 24: Beta-blocker dragon still nameless in Semolika. Now that would be 🔥
- Second 35: New Fortnite POI? Must investigate.
- Second 43: Swiped open Figma. Experiment over.
That was my world-record for idleness: forty-three seconds. Guinness never called; I was busy anyway.
Backpack of Perpetual Motion
If you unzip my canvas backpack, you get a personality dump:
- Half-charged iPad with a billion apps open: figma, notes, pdf viewer, pen scribbles.
- White coat with strangling ear-buds.
- A dozen pages with debate LOAs scrawled “Use the dragon analogy, idiot.”
- Fantasy notebook bleeding loose pages.
- Rogue 3-D-printed "Cue" icon dinging around like a pinball. (ok, maybe not a 3d printed icon per se, but you get the idea)
Whatever lands in my hand becomes that hour’s protagonist. A random discussion about time dilation at 9 a.m. (when we should have been doing the anatomy assignment), going for a society interview at 11 stand-up at 11, debating camp at noon. Backpack never complains; it just stretches.
CMH Trifecta: The Caffeine Triathlon
Last month. Parliamentary Debating at CMH Trifecta 2025. Assets in play:
- Physiology textbook (exam of sensory neurophysiology and special senses at T-48 h).
- Theta AI (premed.pk) deadlines screaming in ClickUp.
- Debate partner armed with one pen and blind faith.
Day 1
08:00 — Motion drops → improv victory. 11:00 — CMH Cafeteria cram neurotransmitters intervals. 16:00 — Theta R&D fails; figuring out a layout with biryani.
Day 2
08:00 — In the Uber, layers of the retina mnemonic on a random piece of paper in my bag. 09:00 — Round 2, another W. 13:00 — Final round morphs into interpretive chaos; we lose gracefully. 18:00 — Theta sprint closed green.
The next day — Walk into physiology exam dazed yet weirdly serene. Aced.
Multitasking? Nah—just panic wearing a cape.
Intermission — The Idle-Avoidance Loop
When the universe mistakenly grants me free time, my brain double-parks in the following order:
- Grey’s Anatomy binge (Season 11 is very dramatic).
- ChatGPT sessions: “What if Grey Sloan doctors crossed paths with House M.D.—and Hawkeye drops in for a consult?” (I’ve actually generated the script; DM me for tears and sarcasm. House and Grey decimated one another ☠️)
- Fortnite drop at Tilted-ish Towers—thumb cardio.
- A walk through my neighborhood streets, thinking about the book I am writing.
- Personal Cinematic Universe daydream: interlaced timelines, multiverse portals, my own lore bible. Yes, it’s in the works. Stan Lee is welcome to haunt-consult.
If none of those satisfy the itch, I summon GPT again and co-write an alternate ending to Grey’s where Derek Shepherd survives and invents neural-controlled UI kits. (It’s canon in my head.)
Final Boss — Permission to Surf the Chaos
My brain is like google chrome... with a billion browser tabs open, and new ones keep opening up. And I feel like this is the way to live, do everything. Sitting idly, not so fun.
I'd rather regret chaos than mediocrity. This is what I think. (and while this might be a recipe for eventual insanity 🤣, I think it works for me).
And the next time someone demands to see your five-year plan, unzip your backpack, let a stethoscope–cue-card–plastic icon avalanche spill out, shrug, and say:
“Plan? I’ve got everything—at once. That’s the plan.”
