On boredom

Am I bored? Is this truly boredom, or could it be something else? Perhaps it’s depression, slow cognitive decline, or maybe I’m not feeling well. No, let’s just say I’m bored. If I embrace the life of a yogi, I should meditate. I begin by clearing my mind of intrusive thoughts. Now, I’m a blank slate, but all that remains is the boredom—deep, dark, empty, insatiable boredom. As they say … only boring people get bored. So now, I’m acutely aware that I am both bored and boring.

I’m alone … so does that mean I’m lonely. I don’t feel like I need someone with me… that would require something of me and I have nothing. So I guess I’m not lonely. I’m not hungry, I don’t want to tidy up or read a book … or write this blog. Hmmm. I recall the book “the woman who went to bed for a year” … now that sounds enticing.