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[tfunk]

I'm wondering if I'm egotistical or I have a attention deficit disorder - I never read posts that go over 2 pages.

[tomato]

Reading prolonged messages on the screen isn't good for your eyes anyway.
If you see a good long essay which interests you, you should print it out and read it in hard copy.

[laogaiguk]

You could just be lazy (I am not making a joke, it could be just that).

[VanIslander]

When you say you never read posts that go over two pages do you mean threads that go over two pages or posts that take up the screen twice in scrolling down, as it's impossible to make a post at Dave's that goes onto a second page, though you could be talking about your experiences at other sites in which case it's possible there is a board somewhere that continues a post onto another page when sufficiently long, however unlikely that seems in a world or shorter, breezy communications delivered more and more immediately, to even your palm where you could be sending posts on the go, in which case your inclination to overlook long posts could simply be a practical constraint on modern living, especially if you live in Seoul and spend a half hour commuting each way underground or just as much time in traffic jams, an aspect of big city living which breeds numbness and inactivity, perhaps making you the opposite of the typically attention-deficient disordered, not so much inflicted with a hyperactive hypothalamus as inundated with stunting repetition of daily routines which neither challenge your faculties nor require the sort of patience fostered and bred by the slower pace of country living and by the last century's now deteriorating habit of reading books instead of clicking buttons, countered as that practice was by the attention mesmerizing first generation of television which preceded the taping generation, requiring complete constant attention for long stretches, countering whatever impulse one may have to pause, skip or exit from the need for sustained attention to something, anything, regardless of its inherent worth, justified on the grounds of convenience and preference and surprisingly necessity, as societies move quicker than ever these days to the point where the act of understanding the other occurs in sound bytes not as a gimmick but as a standard course of interaction, where people spend hours interacting in superficial and partial ways with people they neither know nor care to know, apparently satisfied with fleeting, distant utterances of keyboarded letters than vocal chords, all the while wondering about their own proclivities relative to a norm they perceive but rarely experience except alongside others whom themselves equally neglect giving attention to anybody, instead interacting with things, showing - as they say - what you value based on what you spend your time doing, which appears to be for many using the bathroom and downloading mp3's and sleeping, extending the notion of attention deficit not as a disorder but as a commonplace trait of those stuck in survive and consume mode, less likely to seek medical help for the condition than to remark about it on anonymous computer-sustained forums populated by others just like one as well as by some more willing to explore the depths of our lives lived and interested in getting to know others for the nonreductive benefit of simply having connected in a real, understood manner rather than a head nodding confirmation of what's already been gleaned inadvertedly in the attention-demanding tasks of watching a film in a theatre, wooing a romantic attachment or getting a piece of paper indicating one's educational accomplishment in terms of something to be framed and placed on resumes, the worth of which is judged not by the attention paid or time spent but by the sacrifice of free time to do a million things a little bit or nothing really as wanted to, master of a subject as an accomplishment not a process, prefering acronyms and titles to the substance of ongoing immersion in a topic demanding above all else the attention you have paid this post, proving by your reading of this part of my writing that you indeed skip ahead to fast forward things in a rush to do something afterwards even though what follows isn't any more urgent to you, but if by chance you did read this entire post to date that means you don't have a disorder of deficient attention or else are about to burst from overcoming your hormonal drive to crash, in every sense of the word crash, to end this journey destructively, to pass out on a comfy couch-like alternative like listening to a song rather than a whole album, to send a long text message which in fact is a short message and short text in any other era, secure in the thought that the wall you hit can be rolled off of in the name of freedom from focusing on what lies beyond the nearsightedness that is natural to all those who attend to what is in front of their face as opposed to what lies outside one's immediate field of vision requiring movement, time and a surplus of attention.

[tomato]

I wanted to submit VanIslander's message in to Guinness Book of World Records as the longest series of parenthetical statements, but they didn't have an e-mail address.

[tfunk]

VanIslander, did you really write that?

[VanIslander]

[VanIslander]

[Tokki1]

[VanIslander]

[cj1976]

I think I have some kind ADD. My concentration rarely exceeds 15 minutes on one task and my mind wanders all the time. It's a pain because I tend to leave jobs half-done, whilst I should really

[Tokki1]

[tomato]