I was just sitting here thinking about how to cram a few more minutes for some creative work today and had this flashback to times when the word boredom was in my vocabulary. I guess I’ve been lucky that I finally realized that taking time to be bored just isn’t living. Wasted living is what bored is. Yes the feeling starts with me at times, but I then refuse to accept it.
Like sitting in the doctor’s office waiting for your appointment that was scheduled to start 45 minutes ago. boredom creeps into me about 20-30 seconds after I find the comfort spot in the chair I’ve chosen to sit my slightly overweight behind in. But I’m smart enough now to finally use my mind. Yeah it took long enough didn’t it. But anyway, I start looking around. What visually stimulates me or catches my eye. One time I sat looking at a water cooler and thinking of how to use that as a photo subject. What I might fill the jug with instead of water. Or paint the jug like an Andy Warhol image and make people wonder what is in the water.
Maybe a conversation will catch my ear and insert a new thought that hadn’t run across the landscape will be born. Maybe a person will walk by and remind me of someone I haven’t seen in a while and remind me to write myself a note to call or write them. Or maybe a scent will whisk by like someone wearing suntan lotion and take my mind to the beach with the toes in the sand.
Boredom takes me down negative roads. It makes me cynical. I find myself if poor posture positions. I find gaps in time with nothing positive accomplished or even thought about. Boredom is the brother of bad things.
So to hell with boredom. Let your mind bloom
Random Thoughts of the Day
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