Boredom

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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