Boredom

Boredom. A blessing and a curse. When you have not a minute to breathe, boredom seems like chocolate-covered strawberries. When you have absolutely nothing on the menu, boredom seems like unripe bananas. Yet for the few sweet moments between craziness and restlessness, boredom is perfect. Doing nothing and not getting behind, doing whatever you want and not getting hit over the head with it. You can sit and stare at a white wall if you like, and think thoughts of black screens, and it's glorious. The iminent lonliness and disconent are nowhere in your field of vision. Only the wonderful break in the insanity that is normally your existance. Wanna come over and sit and do nothing with me? Sounds like fun. We should do this more often.