Tis a boring life I lead, I tell you.

So boring in fact, the other day a wall was bored out to make room for boring stuff to replace it just so I could say I had more space, and now the space is boring a hole in me.

I even took down all the mirrors because I could no longer handle the boredom staring back at me.

Last week, I stopped playing board games. It just was too boring.

What with everything that is going on around us, I find I am bored to tears over the complaints of not working, not enough medical staff and the crying over “I want my check,” from the government. All boring to me. I was getting bord silly with these remarks.

And people look at me and ask me how I cope. My answers are boring, but they are honest. “I cope because I stay away from boring comments, questions, and people who bore me to pieces with them ... like you.”

Usually, after that, they don’t talk to me any longer.

I know how to get rid of the boredom, but I can’t afford to fly to the moon. And my luck, I would probably run into someone there even more boring than I feel.

But if I do go, I’m taking a board with me so I can slap the next boring person upside their head!

Pretty boring post, isn’t it?

I stretch to take in another day

Excited to meet my friends at a cafe

I plan the clothes that I will wear

I plan of how to wear my hair

And as I step into the shower

A sadness comes over me

Today is not a regular day

We are still under lockdown-

I'm so bored

Cafes are closed, no place to go

There's no need to arrange my clothes

No friends around, nowhere to go-

I'm so bored

I strategize of what to do

I now decide to read a book

I make the characters come to life

Before I know it, I'm so involved

I know the people; they're my friends

I close my eyes and I am there

I get to live my life through them

I visit places

Meet new faces

And at the end of the present chapter

I recognize that my life is full of adventure.

And then I lift my head to recogn

Kids have too many toys,

Boredom is a foreign concept for girls and boys.

Force-fed digital entertainment every day,

They forget to go outside and play.

The lack of boredom has murdered their creativity,

Overwhelming them with negativity.

Turn off the TV, even when scream and cry,

You are saving them, they are not going to die.

Send them outside for the day,

A little purgatory is okay.

I was so bored that I got addicted to an app that my country is trying to ban.

I was so bored that I've reverted back to my anime and video game phases, both at once.

I was so bored that I've listened to 100 gecs and it is actually starting to sound good.

I was so bored that I've mastered riding the bike and cooking (ramen, but still).

I was so bored that I'm considering doing cosplay, embroidery, digital art, or all.

I was so bored that I opened up an Etsy business, maybe a Depop soon.

I was so bored that I took five different online classes on obscure knowledge I don't need.

I was so bored that I've binged fifty shows I won't be able to talk to anyone about.

I was so bored that I got back on Duolingo and lasted about four days on it.

I was so bored that I thought about actually reading the books in my personal library.

I was so bored that I put up embarassing posters and prints in my room out of impulse.

I was so bored that I got back into painting but got frustrated about it.

I was so bored that I ran out of movies to watch for free on most streaming services.

So what now?

"Tick Tock," talks the clock. Seconds, minutes, hours travel so quickly past me that the energy of their force keeps me glued to this shabby old couch.

A sea of threads, another hollow response, an internal chuckle. A sip of water, a now jagged fingernail, a glance at the clock that continues to talk.

Why do I listen to you with your every tick, your every tock? I am sure there are far more enticing things to do than sit here letting you mock.

What the heck is “Wishbone Ash”?

This refrain is oh so dull

The melody is non-sensical

And it warbles through my skull

Why does every band you love

Have some granola/hippie blend

Of spiritual love and nature

That I just can’t comprehend

Because you are such a tyrant

Logic’s own cold sycophant

Perhaps this music speaks to you

Because your mannerisms can’t?

When it’s my pick for tunes

You complain it’s only noise

They’re loud, angry, sullen

In a darkness no one enjoys

You hate their chanting lyrics

You think some are anti-fem

And when I scream along I know

I don’t match your image of them

But maybe my happy exterior

Hides a deeper, maddened core

Like your refrigerator heart

Seeks a warmer type of score

We don’t begrudge our choices

I know we’ve had this talk

Just remember don’t play Dylan

’Cause I swear to god I’ll walk...