Last Sunday I woke up bored and that feeling hasn’t gone away since. I am bored by everything. I’m bored by waking up, showering, making coffee, breakfast. I’m bored with the television and movies and I can’t seem to break inertia in order to get into another book. I am bored by myself, my daily routines, washing the dishes, making lunch or dinner. Showering bores me. I can’t even get up enough energy to bake, which is the one thing that generally cures boredom for me.
I’m bored. I’m bored of everything.
I’m bored with eating. The computer bores me. I’m even bored with cupcakes and vinegar. And it’s too hot to take a stroll. Plus, my body doesn’t allow for too much mobility these days especially under extreme heat.
Is there a pregnancy hormone for boredom? I have felt sad, angry. I have even lost my cool a couple of times and lashed out at complete strangers. I have become overprotective, which I am told is normal. I have become intensely frustrated. I have felt like crap, both emotionally and physically. I have cried for no apparent reason whatsoever. But this boredom? This boredom is new. And the book didn’t say anything about boredom. There’s no chapter for that. I haven’t felt this way since I was a teenager.
I’m so sick of being bored. Maybe I should go sit on the toilet.
(P.S. I am having technical difficulties today. Should have avoided posting all together. It seems.)