boredom
I once heard, "only boring people get bored". Therefore, I must be boring. I'm continually having suspicions that such is the case. Or perhaps it is just a case of insecurity and paranoia. Yet, I am still bored at the moment and tend to find a lack of enthusiasm when interacting with certain people... which further increases my boredom and conclusion that I, myself, am boring. It seems to be both a negative and recuring experience for my part, most likely for others too as a result. Once I have started one of these fateful spirals, I seem to get dragged deeper and deeper down into an insecure depression.
Why is this recurring? Is something wrong with me? Am I being serious or writing out of sarcastic inspiration? Is there reason for all this? Who the hell do you think you are!?
Free degu's anyone? I suspect they could be popular in New Guinea.
...Is New Guinea the place where they eat guinea pigs? It sounds right, maybe I'm thinking of Peru.
My current state of boredom seems to be an illegitimate mess born of malcontent, doubt, insecurity and unhappiness; further fueled by the insuffiency of my pc and internet. Such a dark state of mind, I've found, can lead to thoughtless acts on my part. Acts such as kicking a hole in my wall, running laps through dark streets around midnight, becoming and anti-social hermit etc. Madness you say? Well there is some reason to madness, and some madness to love. So just what is it that ails me you ask? That is information for me to pretend to ponder. The lack of school brings me to feel like an aimless slob, so I went out and registered for college. A fact of which I'm both happy with and uncertain. My unsatisfactory, dead-end job where I'm not on my boss' "Favorites" list leaves me both loathing, yet dependant upon it. Not that I'd want to be on a "Favorites" list, but managers shouldn't even play favorites!
I hate everything...
Why is this recurring? Is something wrong with me? Am I being serious or writing out of sarcastic inspiration? Is there reason for all this? Who the hell do you think you are!?
Free degu's anyone? I suspect they could be popular in New Guinea.
...Is New Guinea the place where they eat guinea pigs? It sounds right, maybe I'm thinking of Peru.
My current state of boredom seems to be an illegitimate mess born of malcontent, doubt, insecurity and unhappiness; further fueled by the insuffiency of my pc and internet. Such a dark state of mind, I've found, can lead to thoughtless acts on my part. Acts such as kicking a hole in my wall, running laps through dark streets around midnight, becoming and anti-social hermit etc. Madness you say? Well there is some reason to madness, and some madness to love. So just what is it that ails me you ask? That is information for me to pretend to ponder. The lack of school brings me to feel like an aimless slob, so I went out and registered for college. A fact of which I'm both happy with and uncertain. My unsatisfactory, dead-end job where I'm not on my boss' "Favorites" list leaves me both loathing, yet dependant upon it. Not that I'd want to be on a "Favorites" list, but managers shouldn't even play favorites!
I hate everything...