What bores you?

What a boring prompt. What is the next one going to be? What excites you? What was the greatest day of your life?

Under instruction I will answer this.

Bored has become the best friend of my life. Growing up on a working class estate with very little in the way of entertainment for young children was a basic kind of bored. Later when I started the senior school and the world opened beyond that estate I found a new kind of bored.

Without degenerating hard work, I required it to achieve, it was a bore to be always at it. Finding those children that I grew with and played with, those I considered to be siblings at a time when I had none, rejecting me for being detached from them because I was smart. That was a hard bore.

I wanted the excitement they gave me. The joy of fear. The incalculable odds that could explode any moment from our childish adventures.

My new friends, the smart ones, always seemed comfortable in being smart. They were inherently boring kids. Obedient to their parents, putting homework first, chilling to learning. I put on the boring coat, what else did I have? I dressed like them behaved in the same way. Just to be. The bore was felt deep down.

Wild times came later. Work has always been a bore. It really does not matter how good you are at climbing your career ladder, it is still a tedious.

The power of the pay check opening the doors to the beautifully made clothing to wear to the finest restaurants. The lifestyle of the elite. One that as a child I never dreamt of.

When we walked as children into the countryside the boys we hung with always knew the most expensive cars. The premium brands – they would be boxed now – and those boys would stop and admire. Or watch as they drove past. Their excitement could infect us all.

Those cars, the brands, became the purchases of those that called me boss. My husband spoke once about buying a new car. His choice was open, he looked at the super brands. That was a bore as he dragged me to show rooms.

Quit. I Quit. Quit everything. All of it.

Isolation is not a bore. It is free from tedium, a foundation of solace.

Two of my friends espouse the beauty of music to free the mind from the implosion. Another diverts the busy mind with soap opera and drama.

I cannot do either.

Both I find zero excitement within.

My new job – no career just a job – is terrific tedium. Answering the information and providing the data that I once asked for, I realise now is simple busy work.

Being bored is my elation.

Give boredom a hug. Being bored is good. Never lose those things that make you bored. Without them how do you know you are living.

I’d like to thank Mia Presso for the title. It annoys Nigel.

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