Folks, a couple of weeks ago I found one of those little spinner things in our house, so I gave it a twirl. Three hours later it was wrested from my mits and flung out the front door. I still haven’t found it.
Most human beings are fiddlers. That’s why we love swings, rocking horses, office chairs that spin and sway, retractable pens, clickers, desk ball pendulums, or any number of fiddly items guaranteed to drive certain people wild. This is because some of us are more, well, fidgety, than others.
And, if you’re a fellow fidgeter like me, then you probably spent your school years being punished, in a variety of interesting ways, for jiggling your knee, tapping your foot, twirling your pencils, twiddling with a compass, ruler or practically anything you get could your twitching little hands on.
I can’t recall any teachers who liked fiddlers, jigglers, twirlers or tappers. The thing is though, when my hands were pre-occupied, my brain was engaged. Seriously, stop me fiddling and I’ll stop thinking! Even now, as I type this sentence, my right leg is swaying under the desk, so I’ll just stop it and see what hap…
Still, I want the record to show that I did manage to stop fidgeting for several years simply by taking up smoking, but when I gave up, I returned to jiggling with a vengeance bordering on manic.
So, after reading all the negative press recently surrounding the little spinners fad, I had a bit of a chuckle. If I know anything about fidgeters it’s this: it won’t be long before these little gewgaws are tossed into a drawer alongside our stringless yo-yo’s, broken Tamagotchi’s, leaking falling sand pictures, dulled mood rings, bent Slinky’s, disassembled Rubik’s’ cubes, cracked pet rocks, busted kaleidoscopes, half-finished adult colouring in books and anything else we quickly grew bored with.
Plus I’m fairly sure we won’t have to wait long before the next annoying, but addictive little device arrives to amuse us fiddling fidgeters. In the meantime, I’ll go back to clicking my biro; if I can find it.