On Boredom. in The Napkin.

  • July 10, 2015, 8:16 p.m.
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I just realized that I can’t remember the last time I was bored. My general anxiety combined with a compulsive/addictive nature means I either have something to do, or I will FIND something to do to avoid that something.

Well. When you get down to it, the only time I get bored is when I’m waiting for someone. But, that’s more annoyed than anything else. If I’m getting my oil changed or something, I’m somehow able to entertain myself.


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