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The children yearn for the mines.
I mean, yeah…
I grew up on a farm, if kids got too hype, they got chores.
If you keep a husky puppy locked up in an apartment all day, it’s gonna act out and destroy shit and be difficult.
Same thing with a human kid.
You gotta let them burn that energy kut, giving them an iPad isn’t going to make them tired.
giving them an iPad isn’t going to make them tired.
Try putting it in nightmode to eliminate the blue light. /s
I’m on the spectrum and digging a hole, diggy diggy hole. Diggy diggy hole!
Guessing it’s just the exercise? I feel more in control of my emotions after a nice long walk.
Human beings crave agency and usefulness, even the little humans and even in little ways.
Hell yeah! I did this kind of thing a lot with my kids. Give them a backpack, a flip phone, lunch and drinks and tell them to go explore a hill visible from the house.
This, but it’s my ADHDAF ass stacking firewood with my dad. Eventually, when I was old enough, I even got to use the splitter and the sledgehammer. Now I’m a grown ass man and Pittsburgh is technically subtropical so he doesn’t heat the house with wood anymore, but in years of studying I’ve never found a more effective meditation than 3 hours of splitting and stacking firewood.
Holes, a wildly popular movie about the very real problem of exploitative kids camps. And yet they persist…
So homeboy read holes right? Just needs to turn over a boat and hide peaches.
Humans don’t respond well to having nothing to do.
I respond pretty damn well to that
for a week or two yes, but once the novelty of just chilling runs out you start feeling like shit
People who need work always assume everyone else is like them, and anyone who says otherwise is a liar or defective person. Like morning people, or sports people.
I would happily spend the rest of my life not working.
But presumably you don’t just stare at the wall. “Humans need something to do” is mainly bound to not just sitting around twiddling your thumbs. It’s the reason we get bored, the brain is annoyed at not having anything to focus on.
It doesn’t have to be literal work, just something you find engaging, be it going for a run, tending to houseplants, or completing your entire video game backlog.
And of course there is variation between humans. Some people cope well with having little to do, others always need to do something they find productive.
I’m pretty sure no one at all was talking about literally doing nothing, because what a stupid scenario to even consider
That is exactly what I said, and exactly what I meant. People need something to do.
Never underestimate the catharsis of digging a hole.
Unless you live on hardpan. Fuck hardpan.
Who was that guy that discovered something very important in physics, and he said the elves told him about it? The elves that were in the massive holes/caves he would dig in his back property, as his outlet. I forget how large his friends said the tunnels were, but he clearly spent a lot of time digging tunnels.
Edit: Seymour Cray, of the Cray supercomputer. AKA The Father of Supercomputing.
John Rollwagen, a colleague for many years, tells the story of a French scientist who visited Cray’s home in Chippewa Falls. Asked what were the secrets of his success, Cray said “Well, we have elves here, and they help me”. Cray subsequently showed his visitor a tunnel he had built under his house, explaining that when he reached an impasse in his computer design, he would retire to the tunnel to dig. “While I’m digging in the tunnel, the elves will often come to me with solutions to my problem”, he said.
Cray has been called solitary, uncommunicative, secretive, and difficult to get on with. Frank Sumner, Professor of Computer Engineering at the University of Manchester, met Cray on several occasions and refutes suggestions that he was a prickly character: “He was a very friendly man, and perhaps the greatest all-round computer scientist ever”, says Sumner.
I think Seymour Cray may have had a gas leak in his basement.
Or a big stash of DMT
I live in Houston. Everything is clay. That shit gets stuck to your shovel and does not come off.
That being said, we had some woods behind our house and we would play out there all the time. Digging, pellet guns, machetes to chop down trees and make forts.
