Bored? Blah. Blog!

Far from idleness being the root of all evil, it is rather the only true good.
            — Soren Kierkegaar

In terms of unbearable unpleasantness, a blind twelve-year-old performing orthodontic surgery would probably be first, but being bored at home comes in at a close second. That, or getting a mosquito bite on your elbow.

I have been at home nearly a week now, and let me tell you: I have been to the depths of boredom, battled with its carnivorous demons, wrestled with its fiery villains, and came out battered, gashed, and yawning.

After going through year after year at college with an overloaded amount of classes, countless intramural basketball teams, psychology research, poetry slams, and making sure my friends actually attended their classes, I’m now sitting at home. With my siblings. Wondering if I even have the energy to write this blog.

For better or worse, I did.

But seriously, I know this is a pretty pathetic thing to complain about, but I am honestly bored crazy. Now, I’m sure in a little bit, when I get a job and/or start doing more psychology research, I will get so bored at work that my exhaustion once home will make even evening television actually appealing (except for you Tyler Perry; I change the channel even when your commercials come on). But until then, I just sit around the house, staring at the ceiling, scratching myself.

However, all this boredom got me thinking: what should I use this freedom for? How can I better my life, my family, the community, with all this down time doing nothing?

Answer: I sleep a lot.

I go to bed at 11:00pm, wake up at 10:00am (somehow still tired) and lounge about the house, scavenge through the fridge, tease my brother and sister, and wait for the clock to turn to a point where a recent college graduate could acceptably lay down for bed. Even the cats turn their tails up at me and disgust—they occasionally jump around their kitty condo.

But give me another week or so. I needed this last one to decompress (or so I told myself), and once I have something to do, a responsibility—other than taking out the trash, which unfortunately occurs only once a week—I’m sure I’ll get back into the swing of things.

I’ll start doing…stuff.

For humans are creatures of curiosity, constantly in need of activity. Whether that is reading, watching TV, playing video games, hanging with friends, or working, we, more than any other animal, need stimulation of some sort. We need purpose. Goals.

Otherwise, well, we’d all end up sitting around, bored and apathetic, like me.

Boringly,

jdt