I am far from a chop-chop guy; I am always wandering about. The things that I like are never about efficiency either--from cooking to playing bridge to reading to grading essays to ... I mean, even on the "bike" path, I don't care to bike but prefer to walk. Biking seems like wanting to rush through the experience. It is not that I am wandering like a cow on a grassy meadow; I have a plan, of course.
So, where was I? ;)
Contemporary economic conditions prize efficiency and productivity. The drive to more and better while being faster. All the speed for what? Especially when it is even in our personal lives?
If I’m using Google Maps, it’ll quickly alert me when a faster route becomes available. I speed even when I’m not in a hurry, just to see the minutes disappear on my ETA—to see that I’ve saved precious time. The very idea that I’ve “saved time” can give a sensation of pleasure and satisfaction.What the hell do people then use that "saved time" for?
Meanwhile, commercials offer quick-and-easy alternatives to any and every cooking, housecleaning, or maintenance job. Dinners get hurriedly prepared in microwaves or crockpots, coffee in Keurigs or even instant packets. Because efficiency—time saved—beckons to us like sirens from every corner.
There’s nothing wrong with such desires. But when efficiency becomes an obsession, our lives become a constant, headlong rush. Our obsession with saving time results in no time—at least no time for the sorts of slowness that lead to bursts of intellectual creativity, physical health, and spiritual contemplation.The ones who "saved time" and are in a rush always seem to be in a rush. And then there are people like me who seemingly move like sloths but get the job done anyway. What is with the speed?
Speed has become the measure of success—faster chips, faster computers, faster networks, faster connectivity, faster news, faster communications, faster transactions, faster deals, faster delivery, faster product cycles, faster brains, faster kids. Why are we so obsessed with speed, and why can’t we break its spell?Maybe speed is nothing but a fear of being alone. Wait, let me explain. In the old days, men and women in the villages were in their group settings. They talked, laughed, cried, together--essentially wasted time. That was the life they led. Now, after the efficiency revolution, we are increasingly by ourselves.
Over time, technological developments have enabled workers to move away from a reliance on colleagues for support and instead trust in a system for getting things done.Alone at work and at home. We then don't know what to do with ourselves. We want to run far away from that loneliness. But, as much as we run, well, we find that we are alone all over again. And then we run at even faster speeds!
I often wonder, too, if our obsession with productivity—with “filled time,” in essence—is stemming from a fear of free time. If we’re ever stuck in a moment of silence, we usually turn on the radio or television, grab our phones, or log onto our computers. We have to fill the empty space.Exactly!
You see how quickly got to this point? ;)