Pointless Boredom

A friend was telling me that he does not know what to do this weekend, and he was feeling bored. "Bored? What you mean by bored?", I reply. And, no, I wasn't teasing him.

I have absolutely no idea of what it means to feel bored. I'd better rectify. I vaguely remember feeling bored for five minutes, two or three times when I was about five years old. By the age of six, I had decided that boredom was pointless. Experiencing boredom would not teach me anything or tell me anything more about myself that I didn't already know. I was bored only when my ability to create new grounds for my imagination and desire of exploration was bridled and limited (call it "parental restriction" of my recklessness). Otherwise, there were always one million different avenues to entertain myself or change and transform repetitive tasks that could bore me, if just left "as is".

So, yes, I don't know what it means to be bored. But I have to admit that I have ultra-minimal patience for repetition. I can't stand routine. I switch my route to get home at least three or four times a week.
I don't shop at the same grocery market twice neither walk the dog on the same trail for days in a row. But, hey, these are solutions available to anyone in order to avoid boredom.

Then there is the pleasure of expressing my creativity in different ways. I am a writer, sure. But I am also a pretty good mosaic artist. I can mosaic with almost any material from broken glass to pebble stones, so... I don't even have to have lots of money available to pursue my hobby. I love to draw and paint. I get a kick out of designing my own clothes (okay, I'm HORRIBLE at sewing so I need help, eventually, for the next step but it's even more fun to have a friend participating to my creative endeavor). I think landscaping and gardening are highly creative and expressive activities that can bring great satisfaction.

But it's really all about attitude. I can have fun even cleaning the house. Everybody knows how much I love to be in the kitchen, and maybe then I'll dress up just to have an intimate, candlelight, everyday homey dinner with my roommate, as we did two days ago. And how about having the time to slip flesh and soul right into a great book? Isn't that a fantastic luxury? When I do, I feel the endorphin tingling into my bloodstream, and it's better than drugs.

Moreover, I enjoy learning new skills. No matter what they are, computer programming or how to fix a leak in the roof (very useful, just learned this last one). The learning process in itself is very exciting to me, and handling new tools is as well. I love to be handy because it gives me more possibilities to "create".

My new "baby" project after mosaic-ing the entrance sign a couple of weekends ago, is going to be building a tree-house in the back. So, next time you feel bored and don't know what to do, give me a buzz and come over. I give you a hammer, a chain-saw, protective googles and knee pads, and you can be an active partner in building my next dream-nest.

Get in line, anyone?

Comments

[heathervescent]

Here I am!

[gloria]

Of course pardner. I know I can always count on you for fun adventures.