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Day N+14 Bored of boredom


    Day N+14: 

I am bored of boredom. Many times I have been told, that boredom does not exist. 

For my My grand-mother it exists. She told me the feeling of boringness is a good one. It will permit you to create.


    Later on the same day: 


The boredom that leads to creation. Yes, why not, not bad. I am okay with this idea. What about you? What are your thoughts on the matter? It is only a matter of time until you experience it. This naughty feeling of being flesh and blood and not knowing what to do, where to look, and when to cross the river, or even not recognizing your right from your left.


In order to exist. I try to provoke my writing. To fight against the boredom, I do not feel yet. Maybe if I write when I am not bored yet, it will provide me from getting bored later. Do you follow my mind on this complex topic? 


    Even later almost on (still the same day):


I had few thoughts about boredom (again). With P we talked. She asked me how I could be bored (to tell the truth I wonder too) of this life. Later on, I just hide my feelings from her. I could not tell her how often it occurs, sometimes even many times a day, the boredom. Waiting for the time to pass. So often I feel ashamed of wanting the day to be over, so I can go to sleep. 

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