The old cartoon comes to mind.  Guy lying on psychiatrist’s couch saying “nobody listens to me,” and the shrink, behind him, is looking out the window, staring intently at something, or doing a crossword puzzle, checking his Blackberry.  “I’m sorry,” says the shrink “did you say something?”

Take a deep breath, friend, that old joke has become the new joke, the new world odor.   The smell of distraction is the prevailing stink.  Look at it this way– if you weren’t distracted, hoo boy.