On Boredom. in The Napkin.

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.