Six Hours of Suffering
6 hours is a long time to go without technology. At least, it is nowadays. Thinking back to when I was a kid, I’m almost certain that I could go without my current “necessities” fairly regularly. Now, however, it’s a struggle to even attempt to go without them for one.
Before I talk about anything else, though, allow me to set the stage. I’m a 19-year-old animation student that reluctantly acknowledges the fact that he is a shut-in. All of my friends that live in town are other animation majors and a large majority of them live off-campus (as they lived here before they began to attend our college), which regularly leaves me to my own devices when I’m looking to entertain myself. As a result, I usually spend most of my time hiding out in my room drawing or playing games on my computer; average college student stuff.
That being said, I absolutely underestimated how difficult it would be to “fast” from my devices. When I was assigned to do so, I thought it might be a little difficult but I didn’t particularly think too hard on it. “I’ll be ready when the time comes,” I thought to myself. Oh how wrong I was.
I began my fast sitting atop my bed in my room, sketchbook in hand. Six hours shouldn’t be too big of a deal. It all really just comes down to determination. Or so I thought. As I sat there on my bed, I realized that there was a distinct lack of noise to give me inspiration. What I hadn’t taken into consideration before this challenge was that I wouldn’t be able to listen to any music while I fasted. This contrasts greatly with the way that I work; however, as I tend to use my music as inspiration for my art, which was proving to be more than just a challenge for me in the moment.
By this point, I’ve gotten a few drawings doodled within my sketchbook. I have begun humming to myself to compensate for the previously noted lack of music, but am not humming so loud that it will be able to be heard through the walls by my roommates. After drawing and scrapping multiple images of my hyena character, Kateena, I decided that it was time for me to do something else. I was getting particularly tired and as a means by which to wake myself up, I took a shower.
By the time the third hour began, I was still in the shower, singing my heart out. There are only so many songs that you can belt out before your voice gives out, though, and eventually, I had to call it quits. Stepping out of the shower, I checked my watch only to be dismayed. I hadn’t even completed the third hour yet. I wanted to scream. Getting dressed, I made my way back into my room and lay down on my bed. I must’ve been laying there for too long, though, because the next thing I knew, I woke up.
Sitting up in my bed, I realized that I probably shouldn’t be on my bed in the first place. I stood up and grabbed my keys. There wasn’t anything else that I could do in my room, so I might as well try to go do something that would be able to hold my attention. As I began to drive, however, I realized that driving was the easiest thing for me to do to hold my attention for a long period of time.
Hour 5 & 6:
By the time I entered Lebanon, I knew that I was well into my fifth hour. As a result, I didn’t spend much time in Lebanon, as I wanted to return to my room as quickly as I could so that I could begin my “daily routine” (computer gaming, digital art, etc). Finally arriving back in Springfield, my time finally concluded and I regained my ability to utilize my electronics, much to my relief.
I’m not sure I’d want to put myself through another fast of this nature. I definitely don’t believe that I need my technology to be content, but it does help.