Boredom

That little boi boi is bored.
On some level, he suppose that boredom is a good thing. Considering his present environment, the opposite of boredom could well be life threatening. Perhaps he should be grateful. Perhaps...
Nope. Nope, still bored. Impossible to be grateful for being bored. There are simply too many interesting things going on in the world to tolerate boredom for even a moment.
It's probably his mind that is to blame. His mind is always racing, always thinking, always conceiving new ideas, new concepts. His mind chafes against boredom, rages against the very notion of tedium. He thinks about a friend of his who was a coffee addict, claiming that the reason he regularly put junk up his mouth was that he was bored, and having a sip of coffee helped to counteract the threat of impending tedium.

***Some really random things a klutz wrote, just to rectify boredom.=]

2.56am

22 November 2009