You won't get the title... you would if you had seen the multi sentence title I had typed in before I finished the post. Use your imagination.
Ever been so frustratingly bored that you find yourself checking the same static web page every five or so minutes hoping that the sheer magnitude of your boredom can will something new and exciting into existence? I've been sitting in this state for the past few weeks. At this point, what I've been up to (work, cub scouts, planning the perfect speech to chew out the bishopric this Sunday) isn't really important, because it's become boring. Perhaps a definition of boring is in order, maybe in conjunction with how exactly I'm feeling at the moment, and have been for a while.
First, boring, what is it. When something becomes uninteresting to the point that I can hardly make myself think about doing it let alone do it, when I've done something so many times that it's lost it's novelty. My boring life has in the past few weeks simmered to the point that existing is like a continual wait at the DMV, a wait in which you've picked your number only to look up at the now serving sign and notice that while you have number three, they are now serving number four, and won't let you take another number even though you're the only person in sight. It's knowing that you're sitting around and waiting for something that you're not quite sure you're excited about, but that's likely going to happen anyway, whether you're liable to notice it or not.
It's a round about way of saying it, but nothing is happening that hasn't happened before, and very generally something that happens consistenly daily or weekly. The easy answer is to go out and find something new to do, or to meet somebody interesting or exciting, but the fact of the matter is that I'm really so disinterested in anything of the sort that I really can't be bothered, which is a shame really. It's a frustratingly frustrating conundrum.
If only it was easier to shut down the brain, when I can't figure out anything for my mind to latch on to it likes to come up with things for itself, which is not a good thing. Really, the worst part is that it seems to have made itself up which subject it would like to think about, one that I tend to make an active effort to not think about (which really destroys the point, the point being not thinking about it), and which is fairly depressing with no immediate or near future solution in sight, none that are plausible anyway. Coincidentally experience shows that solving the problem my brain won't let me drop will also fix the boredom thing, ideally anyway.
With luck (which I'm not surprisingly lacking in) this will all wash over, though after weeks of boredom it's hard to imagine that it will either just go away, or that a remedy will magically appear. Personally I think I'll be crossing my fingers for door number two, as at this point it seems infinitely more likely to actually happen, though I won't be holding my breath for either.