Boredom

A twitch, Looking to my left I see the remains of yesterday’s lunch. The remnants of a better day, now all I have is the glare of a screen illuminating pale skin, blankness staring out into my empty eyes. I draw my eyes away looking at the food stained clothes that adorn me. I resemble a man who has nothing left to live for.

Yet but a day ago I was happy and full of life, freshly shaved and properly dressed. What happened? What changed that leaves me now in this decrepit state? Why do I lay here, my thoughts rotting in an idle mind? Why does the stench of my unclean armpits plague my sense?

I sit and wonder these questions and as my mind begins to churn a weight lifts from my shoulders, my eyes show life and then the answer becomes clear, clear like the daylight which hides behind my closed blinds.

I am a victim of boredom, the monster that eats at the time of those with nothing to do. It has eaten the better part of my day and now encroaches upon my night.

Enough I say as I swat at it with the weapons in my possession. My arsenal is thought, and with every moment that I think of what this boredom has taken from me, I think of new things and very quickly the battle is won.

The boredom recedes to the darkest of corners, defeated upon this day. Defeated…but angered and as it stares from its corner in the recesses of my mind, It vows its vengeance tenfold.

When it comes again, I will be ready. So long as I do not let my mind grow dull.