I am oh so very bored.

I am bored. Oh so very bored. There is nothing for me to do… except for being bored. I mean, I could do some chores and maybe do some work, but I am too busy being bored. Sorry clothes piling on my chair, sorry dishes festering in the sink, I am trying my very best to do nothing. But am I truly bored? What does it even mean to be bored? Well after a bit of procrastination I decided to search it up and it seems it means to be weary because one is unoccupied or lacks interest in one’s current activity.

Huh, I guess I have ticked all those boxes. So… What now? Do I go lounge in front of the television, do I go to the fridge again to eat away my troubles or do I simply lay in bed, contemplating the slow yet steady march of time passing by? Hmm, nah I have no taste for that. Maybe I could do some revision, go over everything I have learnt in school to really consolidate my learning and my understanding of difficult topics discussed in class. Well ew that sounds like productivity and I seem to have an allergy to that.

Oh! I have done it!! I have found out exactly what I am going to do. How about I take away something from someone that I have too much of! I know, quite brilliant but I haven’t even told you what I am going to take because it gets better. I will take away a bit of someone’s time. Bwahah how evil of me but how very amusing. It will be something they will never be able to get back!

WAIT OH NO! I just realised; I cannot do it anymore. How am I going to waste someone’s time when I just did?? That’s right you there, you who where foolish enough to read all of this, your welcome but I suppose I have to go find something else to do now.