Boredom

Boredom is a state
which I cannot relate
I've always got too much to do
The grass needs mowing,
the children need tending
and I've got a hole in my shoe.

Then for an hour it was deadly dull, and I was fidgety. Miss Watson would say, “Don’t put your feet up there, Huckleberry;” and “Don’t scrunch up like that, Huckleberry—set up straight;” and pretty soon she would say, “Don’t gap and stretch like that, Huckleberry—why don’t you try to behave?” Then she told me all about the bad place, and I said I wished I was there. She got mad then, but I didn’t mean no harm. All I wanted was to go somewheres; all I wanted was a change, I warn’t particular. She said it was wicked to say what I said; said she wouldn’t say it for the whole world; she was going to live so as to go to the good place. Well, I couldn’t see no advantage in going where she was going, so I made up my mind I wouldn’t try for it. But I never said so, because it would only make trouble, and wouldn’t do no good.

I"m not here to discuss anything. I'm just having some idle fun with words' It's a thing that comes naturally to me, an Irish trait that I inherited from my old folks. I see nothing wrong in it so long as you don't take it seriously.

An intelligent mind rarely suffers from boredom. Ones own mind is a playground that geeks visit with relish.

eight hours in the office... and life is so short when you're not there...

I dont really have anything to say. I just felt the need to share how bored I am right now.