January 29, 2016
Since I run in place a lot, someone commented on my “nervous energy.” I told her that it’s not nervous energy—it’s my primary form of exercise, as otherwise my idea of a rigorous workout is reaching from the armchair to the bookcase.
I was reminded of that exchange the day I saw the article on making fancy Superbowl snacks. Someone put mini footballs on deviled eggs; and a figure of a football player in the home-made caramel corn; and they made some mushroom snacks, and a bunch of other stuff. Whatever happened to chips with Velveeta dip, to be mindlessly eaten while people were yelling at the screen? Does anybody really appreciate well-crafted Superbowl snacks?
I think that making fancy snacks for the Superbowl is a symptom of nervous mental energy. Like the thousand ways of making decorative placecards for your Thanksgiving table out of pine boughs or little turkey figures; or braiding plastic bags into rugs. But nobody ever calls it “nervous mental energy”; they call it “creativity.” And they write articles lauding this behavior, and encouraging other people to engage in it!
You say “Creativity”; I say “Restless minds.”