The Problem With Doing Too Many Amazing Things
On my flight home from Stockholm the other day, I was feeling slightly overwhelmed. Not because of a stressful airport experience, but because my mind was in overdrive.
After a long weekend of parties, guest lists, cool hipster bars, museums, meet-ups, hanging with friends, wandering the streets late at night, drunk food, gay pride, Tori Amos sightings and more than a few Instagrammable moments, I needed to give my brain a rest. I spent an entire weekend doing one cool thing after another, with barely any time to process just how amazing my life (and, the world) truly is. In our social media generation, we tend to jump from new thing to new thing, without taking the time to process it all.
In any single day, we have a hundred thousand different experiences. And, as a writer (but perhaps more pertinently, as a social person), I have this tendency to want to share and to discuss each of those experiences with someone else.
An example: on Sunday I went to the Photography Museum in Stockholm—an absolutely incredible museum with long opening hours, a beautiful space along the sea and some of the world’s best photography exhibitions. I went to see the third installment of Nick Brandt’s photos of East Africa (nature photography). It’s an exhibition I’ve already seen part of, at a small gallery in Berlin, but after walking into the museum, I stumbled into a different exhibition. One I didn’t know was going on and one I wouldn’t think I’d normally enjoy: fashion photography from Inez & Vinoodh: Pretty Much Everything 2015.
I must’ve sat in the exhibition hall for two hours, watching some of their music videos on loop, staring at the picture-perfect and surreal photos of beautiful people in imaginative situations. It was funny, that feeling that fashion photography—so clearly commercial—could be so artistic, so impressive, so captivating.
And then I went upstairs to Nick Brandt’s photography. Stunning images of majestic animals. I suspect there were a lot of crowds there because of the recent news of Cecil the lion. Brandt’s patience in photography allows him to capture images up close and personal, really personifying the animals that he manages to get on film.
And then I had Sweden’s unofficial national food, the shrimp sandwich. And then I went to the Nobel Museum—a bit boring, but interesting to see some of information and history about Alfred Nobel and his prestigious namesake awards.
And all of that was just in the span of four or five hours on a pretty regular Sunday.