The Luxury of Boredom

What to write about when there’s nothing to write about…

Boredom!  It’s underrated!  I mean, yes, there’s the bad kind, like the existential ennui and despair of living out your final years in, say, Ohio (just for a hypothetical example).

But then there’s the good kind of boredom, a lazy weekend being able to enjoy the privilege of doing whatever or nothing, a luxury many people don’t have.

I don’t take this for granted.  I did used to work for a living, and act like a crazy person rushing around with a death wish.  And I know this lull will soon pass, and the kid monsoon season will begin and last indefinitely.  All the more reason to be thankful for the time out.

Still, it doesn’t lend itself to clever writing.  You have to get extra creative.  There are plenty of smarter people around to write about all the pressing matters of consequence in the world.  And more mobile people who can spend their free time addressing real issues of social injustice.

So that pretty much leaves excruciatingly boring banter about exercise, cooking, gardening, etc.  And writing about it.  And scrounging up photos to illustrate no point whatsoever!  And talking to myself.

Yes, I do have some time on my hands, and a roof under which to spend it.  I’m one of the lucky ones.


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