Boredom by Lewis

Boredom is a condition of the conscious mind with which imagination, creativity, and initiative seldom run afoul. I have never felt myself being bored in a situation over which I have even a smidgeon of intellectual or physical control. There are few things more tiresome than to hear someone complain to another that they are "bored," as if it is up to someone else to entertain them.

Occasionally, I run into a situation that makes me wish I could get the heck out of. It could be a well-meaning individual who simply does not realize how hard it is for me to maintain any level of interest in what they are rambling on about. It's not that they are boring me. The issue is that I do not know how to tell them how I feel at the moment. As with anyone who might say that they are "bored," it is my problem, not theirs. I still have not found a polite way to say, "You're making me sleepy."

Fortunately, minds once plagued by lack of imagination now have the capability of overcoming that unfortunate situation with the advent of Twitter, texting, FaceBook, YouTube, and Google. Boredom may well be on its way to consignment to the endangered species list along with, sadly, face-to-face human interaction.

In a complementary way, I have a phobia about boring others. My motto is, "It's a gamble to ramble." Of course, now, with my failing memory, I cannot remember half of what I wanted to say in the first place. Thus, my sentences are tending to be interspersed with long pauses, which truly are very boring. Thus, I tend to be much more interesting when I write than when I speak. I won't say any more than this, so as not to risk boring you.

© April 28, 2014

About the Author

I came to the beautiful state of Colorado out of my native Kansas by way of Michigan, the state where I married and I came to the beautiful state of Colorado out of my native Kansas by way of Michigan, the state where I married and had two children while working as an engineer for the Ford Motor Company. I was married to a wonderful woman for 26 happy years and suddenly realized that life was passing me by. I figured that I should make a change, as our offspring were basically on their own and I wasn't getting any younger. Luckily, a very attractive and personable man just happened to be crossing my path at that time, so the change-over was both fortuitous and smooth. Soon after, I retired and we moved to Denver, my husband's home town. He passed away after 13 blissful years together in October of 2012. I am left to find a new path to fulfillment. One possibility is through writing. Thank goodness, the SAGE Creative Writing Group was there to light the way.