The Psychology of Boredom

I just finished a 434 page book that I started last night (or rather, this morning) around midnight. I have played with my makeup stash, built a sculpture out of bananas, and lurked on Facebook for half an hour.

I am completely and positively bored out of my mind.

I keep thinking that maybe I should call up one of my friends and we can go somewhere and do something fun, but I know that won't happen.

Each summer, pretty much the day school gets out, I fall off the proverbial grid. I don't call people, don't email them, don't text them...I just stop contacting them. Intentionally. It's like this: you see the same people day in and day out, and you listen to them chatter while you're trying to eat your sandwich in peace, while filtering out bits of conversation and trying not to jump in at the wrong place. It's all very tiresome. So in the summer, I detach myself from my circle of friends and quickly find myself out of the loop.

Not that I'm really in the loop during the school year anyway. I'm always the last to hear about things. I have learned through experience that in order to be up to date on all the latest gossip, you have to be nosy. You have to eavesdrop, Facebook stalk, whatever it takes. I don't do those things. I don't really like to gossip; I feel like it's a violation of privacy. Each time I open my mouth to say something about someone, I always think, "What if someone was saying this about me? How would I feel?" And usually this is enough to make me shut my mouth and sit in silence. Unfortunately, many of my friends live for that kind of thing, and all of their conversation revolves around whatever the latest scandal is.

I, not having any interest in all the drama, just sit there. People don't pay much attention to me because I don't seek it. I don't do dramatic things just so that people will think I'm interesting and talk about me all the time.

I don't really mind. Sometimes it's nice to be a wallflower.

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Booth, Bones, and Dex

I've had a lot of time on my hands recently, so I've been watching the shows that I've always wanted to watch but never had a chance to. Namely, Bones and Dexter.

I find myself absolutely fascinated by Dr. Brennan's unwavering logic and captivated by Agent Booth's charming smile. And I admire Dexter's urge for real justice.

Some may think it strange that a girl like me can sit there calmly, snacking on a bowl of potato chips, while dead bodies and blood spatters flash upon the screen. Most would find it disgusting. I did too, at first. Once I got past the disgust, I became intrigued.

I wish I had people like Booth, Bones, and Dex in my life. I would sleep better at night, knowing that these noble souls are prowling, searching for the truth.

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