Right, Christmas is done. It's over. Let it go. It really didn't touch the sides, Christmas, this year. Not a festive thought scudded across my brain the entire time. We didn't watch a Bourne film, or Bad Santa - not nothing. I used to love Christmas so much. I really did. Now that's gone. Is this inevitable? Perhaps.
I think I may have fallen for that idiotic trope of reviewing myself that people tend to do at year's end. I'll be honest with you: I didn't like what I saw. I have a boring, alienating job. I don't work nearly hard enough at my interests. I'm not thoughtful and/or dutiful. And I drink far too much. So, what to do? Well, the drinking is easy to remedy. The trouble is it then leaves a big old hole in my schedule, which is likely then to be filled with boredom. I dread boredom, really really fear and dread it. I've always run from its shadow. This no doubt explains the drinking. But I know I can't carry on as I am, so I'll just have to suck it up a bit, as they say.
Why am I bored the whole time? Anyone? What is boredom anyhoo? I'll look it up.
This is interesting:
"To be bored, some scientists reasoned, 'is to be in a state of longing for activity but unaware of what it is that one desires and to look to the world to solve the impasse,'" - http://www.livescience.com/23493-why-we-get-bored.html
That's it in a nutshell. But what to do? It appears I have to pay attention to my thoughts and outside stimuli more. It doesn't say how one is to do this though. Should I take up meditation again? I did a bit of this during the summer but packed it in as a bad job. You guessed it: it was boring.
Shit.
