Boredom.Its a strange thing.Sometimes when life is zipping past you at an unstoppable pace you hope and wish for moments of boredom. Boredom can be a good comforting break from the tenacious grip of our mechanical existance.Soothing and therapeutic for frayed nerves and numbed mind.
But that is essentially "sometimes".Normally Boredom can strike you at the most unexpected times. Or is it just me? I've felt it innumerable times..Right in the middle of reading a Newspaper or a captivating thriller, watching a romantic mush-flick or Friends, talking to my friend or even eating the yummiest food.Have you never felt that overpowering urge which compels and cajoles you into just chucking everything? When you yearn for that one moment of stasis which can just let things be the way they are? Stiffened,static,paralysed,irreversible??
Boredom I have figured is very rarely a palliative.It is a lethal arsenal which more than often is destructive.It makes you lugubrious and sore, unproductive and disturbed.I hate being bored. Boredom for me encompasses not only being bored with things or activities, but taste,variety and even people.Boredom with things may make you realise how limited you are in skill and interests. But boredom with the world only reinforces my faith in solitude. Man is a social animal..for most part of my life I'll play the part of the animal, for the rest of it let me just be.
Current mood:embittered for no apparent reason.
