Boredom

The generally accepted definition is when you have time to kill but you cant really find anything to kill it with. It is a condition when your brain turns down and refuses to boot up to even think of reasons to be up. A condition where in your reasoning contradicts and logic fails, to make you think sleeping is a waste of time but staying up and wasting time contemplating whether to get under the covers is somehow more productive. Seldom have I overcome this feeling, this vicious recursive sentiment doomed to make you sit hours in chair pondering reasons to get out of it.

It is time I took a stand. Time I broke the shackles and snatched my precious time from gnawing teeth of boredom. You might ask, so many years of servitude to this pervasive being, what hopes do i have now? What gives me the courage to fight it and what inspires me? The truth is that I have no idea. There comes a feeling once in a while that moves me to do something. Most of the times it generally is an itch that needs a scratch but sometimes it is an itch that needs a scratch. for those who dint catch the metaphor, the itch is the feeling of nothingness that will irk and annoy till i scratch it with a epiphany that 'Wait!.. I can do something about it'. So here I am writing about it.

This is a test... a test for blogging. Is blogging the answer? Is it the cure to the cancer of prosaic living? The more I ponder the more do i realize.. nah. Effectively at the end of it all i have managed to do is spend time sitting on chair doing something that amounts to nothing under the pretense of doing something interesting. so what good is blogging for if it is not the answer? I would sit and think about it but writing this nonsensical dribble has put my brain into overdrive and I have managed to bore myself. My brain is shutting down againnnnn