Do you ever have days when you are so bored, you want to climb the nearest water tower, throw yourself off a ferry, take up hang-gliding, tour a hospital emergency room, dangle by a rope from a 12-story building, run away from home, jump on the next airplane no matter where it’s going, try to swim across a five mile lake, put ice cubes in your underwear, run naked and screaming down the street, etc.? My epitaph will read, “Died of Boredom.” I don’t know what to do with myself, because nothing I normally do interests me even remotely. It’s like being buried alive in cotton wool.
What do you DO when you feel like this?
REPORT ABUSE