you know you’ve reached the lowest social ranks of life when the only thing that piques your interest is watching soap operas on a humid afternoon. how apathetic to life am i that i find more rapture in catching 60 minutes (including irrelevant commercials) than in heading out for a drink-fest with my pals?

i hate admitting that i’m bored with life. i feel unappreciative and spoiled when i so insolently state, “fuck this. i’m going to watch days of our lives!” life isn’t always about shits and giggles. it’s not always about startling inspiration and first experiences. mostly it’s about cycle and shame, toil and work. the rare instances when one reaches cheap-thrill nirvana only make up a small, small percentage of our time here on this earth.

it’s sad — i know. but one must make the most out of it. this brings me to a quote i found on this recent blog of note:

That’s the trouble with everybody - you’re all so bored. You’ve ‘ad nature explained to you and you’re bored with it. You’ve ‘ad the living body explained to you and you’re bored with it. You’ve had the universe explained to you and you’re bored with it. So now you just want cheap thrills and like plenty of ‘em, and it dun’t matter ‘ow tawdry or vacuous they are as long as it’s new, as long as it flashes and fuckin’ bleeps in forty fuckin’ different colours. Well, whatever else you can say about me, I’m not fuckin’ bored!