Why There’s No Such Thing As “I’m Bored”


I‘ll be the first to admit I fall privy to being bored a LOT.

I dislike staying in one place, I don’t really enjoy watching television regularly and I constantly want a new story to tell. On top of all that, I’m only a normal person, you know, so sometimes (like the entire month of January) I have to decide to just stay put and not spend a lot of money and not buy any plane tickets or non-buck-a-shuck oysters. We all have to make sacrifices, sometimes even in the form of seafood.

When we make these sacrifices, though, it’s easy to get swept away by the boo hoo’s. It’s easy to get buried in the couch cushions night after night (seriously, I can’t emphasize how good American Horror Story season 2 is enough), and it’s really easy to get that itchy feeling no good book or trashy RomCom can battle.

I’m booooored.

It just comes out of you like a nine year old when you’ve taken away his iPad.

We’re all friends here though, so I can scold you and say WTF. Haven’t you ever been on Pinterest? Quotes about not having the right to be bored are everywhere.

It’s not that easy — I get it. Boredom’s best friend is laziness and once I’m on that couch, it’s standard procedure I’m ordering Thai food and staying there — but the sentiment is true. If we are bored, it’s because we’re choosing to be.

I often get made fun of for writing lists so often — I have a list for everything. A packing list for a trip I’m not taking for another month, an ongoing grocery list, a personal to-do list, a work to-do list, a writing to-do list, a resolution to-do list, a bucket list list, a list of hairstyles I want to try this week, a list of sock patterns I think need to be invented . . . seriously, for everything. And I’m not even a Libra.

I digress. Anyway, one of the reasons I love to keep [books and books and books of] lists is so that when I feel the I’m boreds coming on, I can put my finger on an item and stop it in its tracks.

Which is precisely what Steve and I did on Saturday. I put my finger on “throw a snowball” and throw a snowball I did.



{I mean, look at that follow through. Hashtag MajorLeagueBaseball.}

We set out first to the beach — not to throw a snowball, but because the fog looked awesome — and then up the mountain. We spend four hours traipsing around our [almost] backyard, taking in not only fresh air, but a little bit of perspective.

It’s so easy to come home night after night and do the same thing, especially when you’re going out of your way to be low-key for a while, but as the quote says, there’s literally an entire world out there you’ve seen exactly none of.

So this weekend, fight the boredom blues, fight the couch cushions, fight the urge to make stir fry for the fourth night in a row and get out there and TRAIPSE. Your backyard is HUMONGOUS.

And, when you finally get home and sit down in front of the television, you’ll be thrilled to find out what happened to the witch they burned alive (seriously, season 2, so good).

Not bored.

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  • I never get bored. In fact, I rarely have time to get that way even if I did. Maybe someday when my kids move out, then I will find time to be bored. Or when they become teens and no longer want to be near me….

    • I wouldn’t hold my breath. I never went through the “embarrassed of mom and dad” stage and I still call 12 times a day. Actually, now that I think about it, the fact that they answer all 12 calls probably means they’re bored . . . good luck with that!

  • Can’t they just be bitter about me and want to be estranged? Perhaps if I am crankier? I’m pretty sure when they call 12 times a day it will be to talk to my wife anyways. Though my seven year old asked the other day if he could buy our house when he grew up. If it’s up to me, he will be playing in the NFL or NBA and will want to just buy us a pool house on his property.

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