Or Not
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, even in New York you find yourself in unbearable little bubbles of dullness, watching the same stupid, tired after-work reruns of the Simpsons while shuffling around a bunch of stuff that you don't even want, which you justify by telling yourself that you're cleaning, during which time you find a discarded empty wine bottle that was sitting on your bedroom windowsill (where did that come from?).
Happy new year. I'm just frowning all over the place for no good reason, wishing I didn't live so far out in Queens that it feels like freaking Dakota Territory, mindlessly chipping away at the dishearteningly large mound of sweets that's accumulated since Christmas, as delayed, dented (and in one case, even opened) packages keep arriving from faraway relatives.
Jerry Mander says that out of boredom springs action, but I'm not springing for anything except another couple of beers to settle my ennui. Except actually I'm not, because I don't have any cash. I'll probably just spend the rest of the night looking up symptoms on MedlinePlus, terrorizing myself into believing I've got multiple sclerosis, and gallstones, and an appendix fit to burst.
Happy new year. I'm just frowning all over the place for no good reason, wishing I didn't live so far out in Queens that it feels like freaking Dakota Territory, mindlessly chipping away at the dishearteningly large mound of sweets that's accumulated since Christmas, as delayed, dented (and in one case, even opened) packages keep arriving from faraway relatives.
Jerry Mander says that out of boredom springs action, but I'm not springing for anything except another couple of beers to settle my ennui. Except actually I'm not, because I don't have any cash. I'll probably just spend the rest of the night looking up symptoms on MedlinePlus, terrorizing myself into believing I've got multiple sclerosis, and gallstones, and an appendix fit to burst.
posted by Christine Borne at 7:07 PM
2 Comments:
Try this out for comforting: I grew up with my mother telling me that only stupid people are bored. Yikes! Even worse I have since used the same line with my kids. Hmmm. Now I realize that the value of boredom is that you need downtime in order to actually create anything with any originality. And sometimes the downtime is boring. But it's part of life.
there's downtime...then there's WAAAAYYYYYY downtime. seasonal affective disorder is no joke (especially in the 'Land). I know how much it sucks to be short on dough in Cleveland..I bet it's way worse in NYC.
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