The title says it all, it’s not the most imaginative title I’ll admit but it describes things perfectly. Right now I’m firmly entrenched in an emotion that defies belief. Boredom. Many people rush around always complaining that they don’t have enough time to do the things they want to do. Today, and usually whenever else I’m bored, it has been the opposite way around. I’ve got far too much time today and hardly anything that I can do to help whittle it away.
I could go into the backstory of why I’m bored, tell you all about how my day has gone so far. I was actually planning to do that when I sat down to type but I’ve changed my mind. Something else popped into my head and has completely changed what I was doing. It happens to me a lot when I’m bored. I’ll see something, anything and get carried away by the tide of ideas that can flow from it.
A paper clip! Why didn’t I think of that before!!!!!! I’ve got a perfectly good paper clip sitting here on my desk and two loose pieces of paper on my computer.
My boredom is replaced by sheer enthusiasm for those few moments it takes me to clip the paper together. So I stand there and look at it, proud that I and indeed our whole species has mastered the art of bending little pieces of metal in such a useful way.
That’s bloody clever that, imagine teaching someone fresh out of school how to bend thousands of little metal bars into that exact shape. I realise how stupid my paper clip bending legions would be and decide that it’s probably a machine that does it. Replacing my slight disappointment at realising there isn’t a factory full of metal bending school leavers, is the knowledge that there is somewhere a machine that does this. A machine whose whole purpose in this world is to bend little metal bars. I try to imagine what this machine would look like, the terminator comes straight to mind. Chatting to himself as he frantically tries to bend enough bars in an hour to cover up for his lack of humanity. I soon abandon this train of thought however to search google. Home of the bored and the curious. I try combination after combination of search terms but find no picture of the machine and after 10 minutes or so give up trying.
I always used to question boredom, like it was a parasite on my time. Leaching away my precious living moments until I was dragged back into the useful world I normally live in. But that’s when it hit me, it was time to go home. Boredom had kept me amused. It wasn’t a parasite feeding on me and my time, it was a coping mechanism. My bodies defence that could carry me through any tough times. So as I put on my coat ready to head home I couldn’t help but thinking again just as I had done previously how bloody clever that is. Boredom to keep you from doing nothing with your time.