My mind is almost always going a mile a minute, Modern Philosophers. Deep Thoughts are flashing from one synapse to another, and my brain is like a pinball machine as creative ideas bounce around seeking to grab my full attention while my mind tries not to tilt.
I don’t sleep well because my brain doesn’t want to take a break long enough for me to drift off to Dream Town.
Even though I’m a certain first ballot inductee into the Introvert Hall of Fame, I am rarely without something to do in my lonely existence. There’s always a story to write, a book to read, miles to be run, a TV show to watch, or an unplanned misadventure to be had.
That’s why I’ve yet to crack during all this stay at home time forced upon us by the Coronavirus pandemic.
The House on the Hill is a monument to tackling a lonely life.
Sometimes, though, I get bored.
Like right now. It’s a lazy, humid Sunday. The skies are threatening rain, but have yet to deliver on that promise. If they would, I could busy myself by sitting out on the porch and watching the storm. That’s always a real one man crowd pleaser.
But there’s something out of the ordinary going on today. I can’t focus. I’ve sat down several times to work on my novel, but have only been able to crank out a couple of pages. I’d love to spend time with my characters, and get lost in their world, but I can’t quite find the portal I usually pass through in order to escape.
I tried going for a walk, but it’s too damn humid. I wound up trimming branches off the giant bush in front of the house. I have this one neighbor who likes to complain when it flowers enough to extend out to the sidewalk. For some reason, she can’t figure out how to step a couple of inches to her left to avoid the impediment and continue down the street.
I sat out on the porch and read for a bit, but the story didn’t hold my attention. The library has been closed for months due to the pandemic, so I’ve been forced to dust off old books I’d put in storage because I didn’t want to read them years ago.
Because I can’t focus, however, Matt Smith’s rapid fire delivery of lines mixed with his accent and all the scientific mumbo jumbo that goes over my head, left me dazed.
Yes, I did smile and come out of my funk every time the camera found Amy, but then it felt like a Dalek had marked me for extermination every time it cut away from her.
Finally, I just busted out the laptop and decided to write a blog post about my boredom. Sorry if this isn’t as exciting as my regular posts, but I simply cannot get my brain to play along and do creative things.
Sometimes when I’m bored, I take photos of the figures on my desk in funny poses. Like in this pic, where Han Solo and Doc Brown demonstrate the importance of wearing a face covering when going out in public during a pandemic:
If big time heroes like Doc and Han can tolerate a little inconvenience, why can’t you?
Sometimes when I’m bored, I pretend that an innocent thing from everyday life is somehow linked to a famous event from pop culture.
Take for example, this photo from a morning run earlier this week. I posted it on social media with various witty captions about how I’d stumbled upon the final resting place of The Blair Witch…
Any guesses as to what I’ll be doing once I post this one?
What do you do to pass the time when I’m…I mean…when you’re bored?