7.9.03
I'm not dead, I've just been sleeping.
It seems, when you work, and when your work would drive you to tears and screaming if you weren't sleeping through most of it, time becomes elastic.
I'm there, and I'm desperately trying to file, desperately trying to finish the filing, and desperately trying to make the filing last as long as possible so that I'm not stuck doing nothing. Again. Anyway, I'm there, and time is infinite. I wait for the clock to tick over, for the next minute to roll around before I file the next file, and when it does, I have to shake the dust from my shoulders.
So I go home. I breathe large breaths of relief, and I wonder where my day went. Actually, fuck that. I wonder where my whole week went. I wonder where my summer went, and how it could be three weeks past my birthday already. What happened to all the time?
I'm bored.
I'm utterly bored. I'm so bored, I taste it, and it tastes like overairconditioned air. I can feel it, and it feels like a headache.
I'm so bored, I broke the only promise I've made to myself in a long time -- and this column is late. I'm sorry. I was sleeping.
Most people think that boredom is indifference. It's a lack of anything good or bad. It's neutral. It's not a dip so much as a flatline.
Dudes, a flatline means you're dead.
When I'm bored, I'm not indifferent. My mind is screaming. My mind is crying. I am despairing. It's horrible. Perhaps I'm just a wimp, but I resent it.
I direct your attention to this link:
http://www.boringinstitute.com/dyingofbordeom.html
The author has some weird ideas. I always thought Clinton was an okay guy, I believe in moral relativism, and personally I think I have the attention span of fungus because I have an intolerance to being bored, not because whatever I look at instantly becomes boring, or I lack the intelligence to understand it. I think that the answer is to pay more attention to today's kids, not less. I think that he can be slightly overzealous. But he has good ideas, too. Interesting, certainly. And he's woken me up a little.
Boredom kills. Boredom lowers your immune system, it causes depression which causes illness and suicide, it causes you to drop out of school, make mistakes, and suffer emotional damage. Learning patterns of boredom, and learning to accept boredom renders you more likely to experience it in the future. We are taught that using our minds is boring, so we don't, and we get bored.
No one anywhere should ever have to be bored.
It's a form of mental cruelty.
I don't want to have to sleep walk through the rest of my life. I could be missing things.
It seems, when you work, and when your work would drive you to tears and screaming if you weren't sleeping through most of it, time becomes elastic.
I'm there, and I'm desperately trying to file, desperately trying to finish the filing, and desperately trying to make the filing last as long as possible so that I'm not stuck doing nothing. Again. Anyway, I'm there, and time is infinite. I wait for the clock to tick over, for the next minute to roll around before I file the next file, and when it does, I have to shake the dust from my shoulders.
So I go home. I breathe large breaths of relief, and I wonder where my day went. Actually, fuck that. I wonder where my whole week went. I wonder where my summer went, and how it could be three weeks past my birthday already. What happened to all the time?
I'm bored.
I'm utterly bored. I'm so bored, I taste it, and it tastes like overairconditioned air. I can feel it, and it feels like a headache.
I'm so bored, I broke the only promise I've made to myself in a long time -- and this column is late. I'm sorry. I was sleeping.
Most people think that boredom is indifference. It's a lack of anything good or bad. It's neutral. It's not a dip so much as a flatline.
Dudes, a flatline means you're dead.
When I'm bored, I'm not indifferent. My mind is screaming. My mind is crying. I am despairing. It's horrible. Perhaps I'm just a wimp, but I resent it.
I direct your attention to this link:
http://www.boringinstitute.com/dyingofbordeom.html
The author has some weird ideas. I always thought Clinton was an okay guy, I believe in moral relativism, and personally I think I have the attention span of fungus because I have an intolerance to being bored, not because whatever I look at instantly becomes boring, or I lack the intelligence to understand it. I think that the answer is to pay more attention to today's kids, not less. I think that he can be slightly overzealous. But he has good ideas, too. Interesting, certainly. And he's woken me up a little.
Boredom kills. Boredom lowers your immune system, it causes depression which causes illness and suicide, it causes you to drop out of school, make mistakes, and suffer emotional damage. Learning patterns of boredom, and learning to accept boredom renders you more likely to experience it in the future. We are taught that using our minds is boring, so we don't, and we get bored.
No one anywhere should ever have to be bored.
It's a form of mental cruelty.
I don't want to have to sleep walk through the rest of my life. I could be missing things.
