Fiddler (who is not) On The Roof

An interesting fact about me is that I fiddle. Not quite compulsively but definitely more than occasionally. It tends to be for the sole purpose of thinking, grasping something from a new angle, "splitting the story wide open!" So to speak.
I have some different fiddles which I will discuss briefly below.

The Chair
I have a rather impressive faux-leather wheelie office chair in my room, I like to think it encourages me to succeed and work harder because if I work really hard I might get one of these in an office somewhere. However it has become something with which to fiddle. Often when in the middle of typed or telephoned conversation when searching for a comical word or phrase, or the key word of wisdom to offer in times of crisis; I will swing back and forth in my chair. Both in a twisting and rocking motion. The brief and gentle movements of air in my face seem to encourage me to think of words. This has been abandoned of late as i kept falling out of the chair, which hurts because it has arms.

Wire
Being a boy i have many different types of wire and cable hanging around the desk, headphone leads, charging leads, guitar cables, stuff that needs soldering, you know boy stuff. This makes for great fun when waiting for things to finish happening because I want to do something after the event I'm waiting for. Coiling, wrapping, making fun knots, writing words, all fun "get on with it" past-times.

Knife
A new fiddle object is my swiss army knife, whenever totally engrossed in something engaging I notice nothing obviously because I am totally engrossed. Once a lul in proceedings appears, I look down and i have been cutting up train tickets, receipts, cans, anything. As satisfying as I must say this is, my desk looks like a giant part-popper has vomitted all over it.

So beware because, you know what they say.....