ENNUI

Did you know that boredom -- in current parlance -- is a relatively new concept? The word, in its common usage, dates only about to the mid nineteenth century. Whoda thunk? Its amazing to think that it's had such a short existence, given its quotidian occurence in our lives.

Who hasn't, as a child, exasperatedly uttered "i'm booooored?" (In my house this usually signaled that i, or one of my siblings wanted my parents to provide some sort of entertainment, usually at considerable expense. Mall trip, Amusement Park, etc.) While boredom is typically a childhood complaint, adults aren't immune. You ever been on mass transit, sitting beside someone who is searching for someone to talk to on the cell phone? They pick up and call someone, talk for a second, hang up -- usually because the other person has to go -- and immediately upon ending that call, begin scrolling through their contacts list again for someone else to talk to. This person refuses to be alone with their thoughts, for even a five or ten minute train or bus ride. They need constant stimulation.

Why are "we" so bored, when now, as never before, there are so many things to do? There is a surfeit of things to occupy our time, and, in theory, that should keep us from feeling that disinterested, yet anxious feeling that can only be described as "bored." Somehow it doesn't and this is apparently a recent development. I'm sure there is a message in there somewhere, and now would be the time to deliver some pithy and deep words about said "message", but really, i got nothing.

Given the newness of the idea of boredom - I figure our progenitors were either never bored, or if in fact they were bored, they were too busy toiling in the fields -- perhaps the red clay of the deep south, or the rocky terrain somewhere in europe (can't front on miscegenation) -- to notice they were lacking some (un)necessary diversion.

And really, when i think about it, i am not surprised. When you work HARD -- i mean exerting physical strength, you don't have time to be bored. Sunrise to sunset, making it do what it do, leaves very little time for anything else -- save for eating, sleeping, and making babies. There is no room for tedium.

Earlier this evening i momentarily found myself in the throes of boredom. I was 12 years old again, all woe is me because i had nothing to do. At least, nothing i wanted to do. And the stuff i did want to do couldn't be done for logistical reasons. Even having the world at my fingertips (i.e. the internet) couldn't end my "suffering". The typical cause celebre failed to titillate, (The rihanna/ chris brown debacle being old and disappointing -- she went back to him??) which led to searching for some interesting bauble to buy, (amazon is my pusher) and searching for something worthwhile on television that wasn't reality based ( i think i'm over my reality tv thing.)

Finally, on the brink of existential meltdown (the drama!) i settled on blogging, which at least has my mind active, if nothing else. Unfortunately i have nothing to talk about(well nothing that isn't marked private lol) so i'm stuck writing about this minutiae.

I made a trip to target today (no petty theft so shutty) and made it out without spending egregious ducats. A big coup for me so give it up. I also got hit on by a young man who claimed he was 21 ( but he looked younger) and when i told him that he was too young for me *cue tower of power* his words were, and i quote:

"how old are you though...like 22/23? (shut your mouth!) That's not too old."

Bless his heart. That's a young man that's going places. lol. It just so happens that i was old enough to be his mother. Well not quite, but yeah. Anyway i don't do younger men so it wouldn't have mattered if he was 21 or 29, but it was an ego boost regardless.

Im cramming to lose this adipose tissue that "somehow" attached itself to my body. (It has nothing to do with my addiction to hershey's kisses i'm sure.) I'm back working out out regularly, which is requiring a lot of dedication considering i hate working out. I would kill for one of those effortlessly svelte bodies. It really sucks because all my siblings are naturally thin. I don't understand why that gene skipped me. Its a cruel world i tell you. Cruel.

So my eyebrows are freshly plucked and looking great but typing on this keyboard is a sad reminder that i did NOT do my nails. The worst thing about dark nail polish (loreal number 580) is that when it chips you can't fake the funk. And since i cannot stand seeing chipped nail polish i am going to have to make a remedy of this stat.

How did everyone enjoy our balmy weekend? I was loving it. Spring is on its way and it can't come a moment too soon. I was so excited by the warmth that i didn't even miss the hour we lost when transitioning to daylight savings time. Usually i'm a bit draggy, but not this time. Hooray for spring!

The Jones Girls - Nights over Egypt