it’s the boredom. i’m bored out of my mind. bored out of my skull. seems impossible to be bored in this world, but oh… my… god… i am frickin’ boooooored. of course, i can/must/will change this, but the moment of time when the immense depth of your boredom becomes clear and it feels like there’s nothing you can do to curb it (no matter how untrue this is!) is so so very miserable.

it’s a terrible place for any person with an addictive personality too. i mean, these are the seemingly unbearable but all too natural lulls and transitions in life that used to make us reach for a drink. bored. miserable. must shift now. must shift fast. now! fast! just add [drug of choice]. right?

well, that’s obviously not an option for me today so i am riding the bored train. and riding and riding until i get to where i am headed.


  1. marthasnail · January 10, 2011

    sounds like you need your birdplace. if i lived any closer, i’d come over and drive you myself. miss you. hang in there. xox

  2. sheri · January 10, 2011

    i could really use a ride, s! come over!

  3. Joan · January 10, 2011

    Sometimes the only thing worse than being bored is being bored and antsy. That’s when I get in the car, crank up the music and drive. Take it easy.

  4. amy · January 10, 2011

    sunday boredom is the worst kind. i thought of you while driving back from slo and noticing so many birds everywhere. call me when you’re bored and we can go river walking.

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