It's an insect that burrows into your brain and makes its nest in the core of it. Quite the gruesome description, but given the rushing headache plaguing my senses, I find it apt. This insect makes a home of the mind and feeds upon the emotions, first enjoyment, then amusement, and all variants of that sensation.
The insect then proceeds to crawl towards the juiciest part of the mind, overflowing with creativity and inspiration, and it drinks those until none is left, leaving a withered husk where ideas once pooled. It settles there, and grows larger, feeding off the human mind.
Just like that, it continues to drink and feed and contaminate the brain and the parasite doesn't allow for its host to feel even the slightest sensation, merely an all-encompassing, soul-devouring emptiness brought upon by a lack of emotions, a lack of enthusiasm, and a lack of ideas to resolve the problem.
Homework is, as any high school student would say, certainly not the answer.
Someone please come and extract this terrible insect from my mind.
It would be much appreciated.
The insect then proceeds to crawl towards the juiciest part of the mind, overflowing with creativity and inspiration, and it drinks those until none is left, leaving a withered husk where ideas once pooled. It settles there, and grows larger, feeding off the human mind.
Just like that, it continues to drink and feed and contaminate the brain and the parasite doesn't allow for its host to feel even the slightest sensation, merely an all-encompassing, soul-devouring emptiness brought upon by a lack of emotions, a lack of enthusiasm, and a lack of ideas to resolve the problem.
Homework is, as any high school student would say, certainly not the answer.
Someone please come and extract this terrible insect from my mind.
It would be much appreciated.
An interesting analogy, I'll attempt to reply in kind...but I fear your ability far outstrips my own... *tears up college degree*
ReplyDeleteThere are many ways to kill boredom, depending on how creative, or maybe for a better label, how destructive, you feel like being.
Like the proverbial insect, boredom can be burned alive, its silent screams resigned to being a figment of the imagination, torturous chemicals and toxins tearing their insides apart, melting bones, flesh, and blood. While I'm yet to physically see it happen, alcohol can often have a similar effect on the bored mind, what can start as a pleasant evening can so quickly descend into a special kind of chaos. We pretend we are better than all other forms of life, that we have a purpose or a reason to be here, but nothing makes this belief more falsely apparent than when we run in circles, intelligence slowly rotting away as the drink, or the pill, takes over. Some, petrified of the enveloping boredom, descend into toxic darkness.
Those who are less scared of boredom, those who can approach boredom without two full cans of bug spray and a protective barrier, sometimes stroll down a path of brutality, a swift, crunching, kill. It's a pleasant idea, being able to stomp on boredom, to snuff it out in a second, a painless, merciful, death. It's a frequent demonstration of masculinity, having the capacity to execute something so insignificant with the thoughtlessness of breathing in and out, however much like the notion of masculinity, it can be horribly misguided. Life is life, good, bad, big, small, it exists separate from us, encircles us, and teaches us. You can squash your problems in a second, compress it under your boot, swat it against a wall, but it leaves a stain, a mark, a sign. A sign that you were unwilling, maybe even scared, to give it a second thought. A sign that you were ignorant of an opportunity presented in front of you to grow as a person. Second thoughts can be dangerous, 'he who hesitates is lost', but living life on first thoughts can be much much worse. To stomp boredom out, to attempt to kill it and move on, is to ignore the lessons you are being taught, so what do you do with bugs and boredom?
Like most answers in life, or at least the answers that garner the highest reward, it is the toughest and least attractive option, but what is learning without testing? Catch the insect, in your hands if you're feeling particularly brave, walk out into the garden, and release it back into its natural habitat. In an era dominated by information at our fingertips, it is incredible that we can still experience boredom, yet we do. Our minds reject the conveyor belt of free data, it tells us that something is amiss. Life is lived with experience, boredom shows us we've strayed from that path. It is not something to be drowned or crushed, it's something to be held, examined, appreciated, and released.
Take your bug outside, let your brain drink from the sensation and emotion of reality, and approach your work again.
-Xan