What to think when there is nothing to think about? That is the question. The thought is the question and the question is the thought. Is it nobler to occupy the mind with higher things or to let it run like an unruly schoolboy through a pile of trash hoovering up every piece of garbage it passes?
The empty mind is our biggest enemy and our dearest friend. Because we like our friends undisciplined and just a little dangerous. We choose them because they are not like us. We are bored with ourselves. Let them entertain us. They can do all the stuff we wouldn’t dream of doing and certainly have no talent for.
When our empty friend turns on us we feel aggrieved and quite resentful. Nobody died, so what’s with the miserable face? Count your blessings, that’s the ticket. Why the hell would I want to waste time doing that? I could be having so much fun if only I could think of something to do.
Who was it who said we all want to live forever but we can’t think of anything to do on a wet Sunday afternoon? There, now I’ve made myself feel guilty. Before long I’m going to notice that pain in my left shoulder (angina?) and wonder if my cough is lung cancer. Quick, ping that rubber band on my wrist and stop the thought. Phew, that was close.
So, where was I? Oh yes, trying to think of something to think. I should be volunteering at a local shelter. If only I had the time. Maybe I’ll just go online and check out the price of Smart TV’s. That would be truly useful. I can’t be expected live in the sticks without LoveFilm on a 40″ screen. I’ve sacrificed enough.
I would do the garden but it is too cold/too hot/too windy/the damn neighbour is smoking us out burning rubbish/and frankly, I just can’t be arsed. Or I could clean the fridge/bathrooms/toilets(what again?). Or how about baking? Yes! Love baking. I won’t eat it of course because I need to lose 6kgs. But a brownie shared is a brownie point. More than one. I can give it to that friend who I would secretly like to be as fat as me. Then maybe she’ll like me.
What time is it? Is that all? Too soon for dinner. What say I make some popcorn? What did you say? Are we having fun yet? Well, I don’t know about you but I’m never short of things to do. The cure for boredom is curiosity.
There is no cure for curiosity, more’s the pity.
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