When did I last feel this bored?
I recall sitting through many government sanctioned lessons, dreading every next minute except the last. As soon as that bell rang I was racing away.
Every moment I was there though, I was waiting for something interesting to happen. Art was one outlet. Art was a way to relieve the symptoms of boredom. I suppose it might have looked to most of the teachers as if I was taking notes.
One time I drew one of my teachers while he was lecturing and pacing. He started wandering around the classroom without me noticing. It wasn’t long before he was looking over my shoulder watching me draw him. I was surprised when I saw him and of course I thought I would get in trouble, but I must have done an okay job at capturing his likeness because he just nodded and continued lecturing…and wandered away. He didn’t stop me, or yell at me, or confiscate my art.
The reason I’m writing this post is because I’ve been commissioned recently to write an essay about…NOTHING.
I’m not kidding.
Writing it is as boring as Junior High, when you’ve been sucked in to that recessless world that isn’t as imaginative as Grade School or as authoritative as High School, it’s a vampiric in-between…a Middle School, if you like. Boredom is unavoidable in such a setting.
One thing to note about the immersion into boredom is how motivation takes a sharp dive. Increased boredom, decreased motivation. They’re directly inverse to each other. When interest is peaked, motivation climbs. When the interest factor is taken away, nothing starts to look pleasant. I should rephrase that. It’s not “nothing”, but “nothingness” which begins to beckon to you. If boredom is being in view of most everything, but barriers surround you and prevent you from getting to it, then nothingness would be access to none of it while barriers are lifted??? What a weird contradiction.
Anyway, I better get busy before my chance to get money for NOTHING runs out.
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