Oh, calm down, it’s only fatal to brain cells and enthusiasm. Although I’m pretty certain individuals are dying of boredom every day — it’s just not talked about. Death by monotony gets swept under the rug. I’ve knocked on the door a time or two myself, it happens to everyone sooner or later.
Defaulting to autopilot and dull routine is rarely a conscious decision. Hell, you don’t even realize you’ve fallen in the trap until you’re gnawing your leg off — heh, heh, whoops. Then what do you do? Me? I dropped bombs on myself, that’s what I did.
I woke up one day, bored and stupefied, so I bought a house. Another day, another listlessness, so I quit my job. Stuff like that. Digging myself out of the deep holes seized my full attention thereafter. It wasn’t remotely fun, either, it was effing labor-intensive. So I found a new hobby: changing my header.
See? Up there? New.
Faced with loads of time on my hands after the bike crash it came down to this or a snotty, highly inflammatory letter to my landlord. I thought I’d try the header first. If it explodes in my face, I’ll survive. I’ll be embarrassed, but people recover from disgrace. Eviction would be the tougher row to hoe.
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