Friday, June 17, 2011
Boredom
I remember my childhood's boredom. Endless weekends, the whole world away on exciting outings, gone to exotic summerhouses, the rain, the sky without a cloud because it was one big cloud, my fingers would play with the dust on the windowsill, slowly drawing figures of eight. And without noticing I would merge into a dream where boredom didn't exist and no Monday would ever appear.
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My late great Aunt Trish always said to me, "there is no such thing as being bored, there are only boring people." I didn't always agree with her, but she wanted me to Do,rather than sit on my ass and pout. I never told her that I kind of like to pout.
ReplyDeleteI love your comment, remember all the "late great aunts" and what they said about life and children:-)
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