Bored Board

I'm bored. Boredom is central to my existence. Boredom is the unending bottomless vessel that I was born into. And it is a function of my life to fill it with distractions. Endless distractions. Each distraction turning into boredom until the next one comes along momentarily occupying its space before vanishing into the pit, the bottom of which I can not fathom.

Each distraction benumbs the vessel to its own kind such that anything else of as much interest ceases to be distraction enough. I'm no longer amused by a soap bubble as I once must have been. Just the way porn no longer counts as distraction enough. Each successive distraction must be infinitesimally larger than the last to displace boredom of the same magnitude.

So where does that eventually lead us? Someday, I fear, murder won't be distraction enough.

Herein I think lies the crux of humanity and its ills.

There's just so little that can hold our interest, and so much boredom to fill.