1. It can kill. Or to put it more accurately, it can induce thoughts of ending your own life if you feel way deep down inside you are “stuck” someplace where you really don’t want to be, and you feel, truly feel, there is “no way out”. It’s like a blank wall with no door or window. A wall that stretches endlessly from left to right. 20 feet high. Not so easily scaled. Solid. Implacable. No matter how gorgeous your nude finger paintings of cavorting sex Gods and Goddesses, sooner or later, you crave real human contact, sexual or not, with a roomful of friendly, like-minded people. Ones who accept you as the sexy polyamorous bi-sexual Goddess babe you truly are. Not an all-out orgy. But not a close-minded bunch of “Christians” who pretend they are heterosexual, monogamous, vanilla, and voting for their God, gun “rights” (WTF?), and country. Geez.
2. I am never bored when helping somebody else out. Usually this takes place on the phone. I get a lot of phone calls from people in my two programs of recovery. I am not the only one who struggles with money, work, and wondering when will I get paid good money for my good work?!
3. Endless sex is not the cure for boredom. I love sex. I fantasize about it. Sex is possibly the most compelling emotion there is, next to love. Love is in the heart. Sex lives in the hips. When heart and hips unite together with four hands and a blend of hair, kisses, and sighs, it can make the news! Or at least make your day.
4. Just existing only to be of service to all people and living creatures doesn’t quite cure the boredom, either. I do love being of service to my fellow humans; it’s one way that I keep the “recovery” I have gotten from my two programs of recovery. But I, Linda, have my needs, too! I need pleasure. I need fun. I need to get out of the house—and often! I am not meant to be stuck between the same 4 walls, day after day. I do love the Internet and telephone. Such great tools of communication! But I need variety. Adventures. The outdoors. To go more places, see more things, meet more people. I do this as often as my money and time afford it.
5. Boredom happens when you fail to be turned-on by your life. You may need a change. To put a slight shift in what you are doing “for a living” or for your life. Perhaps trying a different type of book, movie, TV show, or going somewhere you have not been to for quite awhile. Trying new foods. New people. Entering a different church just to say hello to another version of the same God.
6. Boredom happens. Like shit. Difference is, it doesn’t smell. As long as you do enough housekeeping!
7. Someone once told me that boredom is self-centeredness. Um, which self? I am an entire cast of characters. My Inner Lover, Child, Artist, Healer, Sacred Whore, Kitty Mama, and Geek are all sub-selves of mine. Everybody gets along well. Not much yelling in this household!
8. Boredom is boring. My mind is finite. My mind is broad. Perhaps boredom is a sign to change activities. If what I am doing is important, it’s a very good idea to finish that thing first! Then, take a walk, weather permitting. Also, consider dining out! At a decent restaurant (no fast food!)
9. The word boredom equals bore (boar) plus dom (domme?)
10. Nothing cures boredom quite like having a good laugh! I enjoy comedies when it comes to films. Also, good romances. Either sappy and sentimental, or tastefully hot almost to the point of soft-core porn. The film “9 ½ Weeks” is a good example of the latter. Very hard to stay bored when watching films like “9 ½ Weeks”!
Copyright 2013 by Linda M. Smith http://www.heartandstarstudios.com please visit to find out more about my work as an artist, writer, musician, etc.
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