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.