Sometimes it’s good to reflect on yourself and what makes you happy and unhappy. But most of the time, it’s something that someone else says that makes you aware of those thoughts. After the Festival of Love with Conni and Harriet last night, I was thinking about something Conni said. We had been talking about writing your feelings down to be able to see later how you were feeling at a certain time and Conni mentioned looking at her diary to see that she kept writing she was bored. Bored. I think that word could in many describe when I am dissatisfied with my life.
As an example, on Saturday I spent most of my day not doing very much of anything. I slept, I watched documentaries, I read. But I kind of felt like I wanted to do something else constantly. I was bored. It’s funny, because I assume that cleaning would be more boring that watching a film, but what I’ve been realizing is that the activity of moving means that I am not bored, in comparison to the self that has been lying down whilst watching the film.
Boredom for me also leads to the feeling of loneliness, but taking care of simple actions, such as walking to the store and home doesn’t leave me lonely even though I can do it without speaking to a soul. What I’ve realized is that I need to be more active in my life. I hate boredom, it makes me feel terrible, so why not avoid it by moving around more?