Perhaps I’m a product of my starved-for-entertainment generation, a direct consequence of this ever-present technology-fueled, society-wide A.D.D. .. but upon contemplating my life lately, a common trend of boredom keeps coming up.
Happy is boring.
Normal is boring.
And yet, some strange structure-craving side of me demands it. Or perhaps there is a very self-destructive side of me that wants nothing more than to tear down everything and start anew, for the sake of keeping busy.
There must be some sort of balance between boredom and throwing everything out the window for adventure.
Maybe there isn’t, and I’ll always be too afraid.
Afraid to live, doomed to be bored.
Life, in a nutshell.