booboos

What do you get when you are bored?

Let’s see…

You sleep late, wake up late and in between you try to figure out what to do. Pwede na ba yun?

For three days now I have been alone here at home, but unlike the usual ‘home alone’, this time I have my MommyLa living right beside our house, meaning, despite the fact that Aya and Achi Kun are probably fornicating now (hahahah, second honeymoon eh, ano pa ba, hhaha) in Baguio, my curfew still exist. Plus since I am graduating, I have a gag order to never stay out late, no gimmicks, no night outs unless school related or is way too special for me to miss. Crap, isn’t it?

So now I guess there is more truth when I text you I am bored.

Who writes blogs with iTunes banging on my laptop’s speakers and the TV turned to maximum volume while it tries to scare the heart out of me by the movie Shutter? Who eats canned goods day in and day out, while the dishes pile up at the sink? Who waters the plants more that the usual? waH, this is killing me! I have been watchin’ Perfect Match, and the portable DVD has been with me even at the worst places (places that you don’t want to know, hhahha) I even tried playing Super Mario without joysticks, how’s that? Been texting people that I don’t even know, hahhaha.

But you know what, despite all this, come to think of it; I really have things to do that would absolutely drive the booboos away. But why do I keep on boring myself? Simple lang – because I want to.

I remember the only thing I have learned from my Philo1 teacher, he said, boredom is a choice.

True enough, ever since that day whenever I feel bored somewhere deep in me knows that I am choosing to feel such. That deep in me, I am choosing to bore myself, not because I simply want to, but because, at that very moment, I seems to be the most fitting, and maybe ‘fun’ to do.

Hope I made sense, what I am trying to say is, for persons like me, who spoil themselves, boredom is not really a sad, pathetic lonely thing; it’s our response with being boxed, with being restricted.

So, just like one good friend said, boredom has never ever came her way – that is because, she was never restricted, never been confined. And since I am, still, am bored – but only for now.

In a few months time, boredom shall not be part of my vocabulary anymore, coz in almost three months time I would break lose, the box is falling apart :p