Okay, I’m bored. I am finding lately I am bored. I always thought I would be the last person to be bored. I’ve always had the ability when I’m bored to let my mind wander off (with supervision of course, wouldn’t want such a small, immature thing wandering around on it’s own.) and imagine great adventures or alternate realities.
When I was younger I was taught very early to never mention that you’re bored. My Mother would say “Oh! You’re bored? Well, let’s see, you have a room to clean and then when you’re done that you could dust and vacuum the living room and when you’re done all that come see me and I will find something else for you to do.” I’m certain to this day that if she reads this blog my phone will be ringing within minutes and she’s start listing off chores that I should do.
I try to instill this into my kids too. When they mention that they’re bored I always try to repeat what my Mother would say, except that it’s her grandsons and the rules are different for them. If she hears me try to pull the same stuff she did to me she tends to countermand my authority and the kids are off scott free. (What does scott free mean? Dictionary.com doesn’t have an entry to it, but Wikipedia does… http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scott_Free ) When I try to do this without my Mother around to contradict my authority, which is a Grandparent’s prerogative, I don’t seem to have the persistence to enforce it well.
So, back to my boredom. I decided today that since I had the day off I would go to my local coffee shop to try to write or something, I sat and did all my usual distractions with a modicum of dissatisfaction at the fact that I wasn’t doing anything “productive”. If you know me “not doing anything productive” is usually my specialty, that and trying to avoid work. Perhaps that is why I am bored, if I had something “productive” to do with my time I wouldn’t be bored, or at least I would have less time to be bored.
OKAY…hold on here… a guy just walked in with poker straight hair pulled back in the dumbest looking pony tail..a big guy 6’3″ or so, probably close to 275lbs and saunters in to the coffee shop and makes a bee-line to the bathroom with such a gait that I am not sure if he’s just trying to flaunt his “hotness” or trying to keep prairie-dogging.
I do enjoy people watching. You can tell so much if you watch them long enough, how they interact with their friends or strangers, how they carry themselves. If you watch most people you can see that they suffer from low self-esteem. Either they are introverted and shy or on the other end of the spectrum they have to be loud and boisterous, the centre of attention because that is how they try to avoid the dreadful knowledge that they just aren’t good enough.
Back to “dude”.. he came sauntering out of the washroom, ordered himself a coffee and a pastry. His jeans are way too short, too long for capris but too short for good jeans. He’s so butt ugly and the gait he has is the same as before so he’s not prairie dogging it, he’s actually swinging his hips when he walks. Just looking at how he’s acting, he actually thinks that’s something special. He kind of looks like Gerard Depardue.. Maybe he’s French and how he’s acting and looking is normal for his Frenchiness.
Anyway, where was I. I’m bored. Of course that’s not true now as long as “dude” sits there. It’s funny because I was thinking that maybe I was bored because there was a distinct lack of eye-candy here, (keep in mind that the girls that work here are friends and therefore cannot be construed as eye-candy, they may have the right shape but they are not the subject of ogleige.) little did I realize that to relieve my boredom I needed a train wreck like “dude” to come in here.
Problem is I don’t want to stare and I don’t want him to catch me glancing in his direction to give you a running commentary.
What else can I say? I was bored and yet when I’m bored I don’t know what to do because I don’t actually want to do “anything”. I suppose I could go home and watch a movie or even watch a movie I have on my laptop. I could open my manuscript and stare at the words hoping to write something insightful or worth being in the manuscript. I still have aspirations of writing this darn book but it just seems like I’m at a loss to write it. But that’s the subject of another blog. This blog is about me being bored.
I even tried having a double espresso to try to get over the boredom. I wonder what the etymology of boredom is… http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=boredom
Okay enough is enough, two drinks down and still bored, “dude” isn’t doing anything worth commenting on. I think I will take my boredness and my boorishness out of here and maybe just go home, maybe I can determine what supper will be.
BTW Big Football game tonight Stamps vs Bombers… and Big Brother elimination tonight.