boredom sucks.
and not necessarily the kind of boredom when you’re waiting in line for hella long or stuck in traffic and don’t have anything to do. i’m talking about the kind that made me lock myself in my house all day to avoid the murky gray weather, yet with no ambition to do anything whatsoever.
my philosophy with boredom for the most part is that only boring people get bored. and in my aspirations to be an exciting person i’ve avoided that pretty well. but i don’t know what it was about today. i swear, i tried to do so many things–write, read, write songs, record, napping, watch movies, sit in front of myspace reloading my inbox…i even took a guitar lesson on youtube…but nothing could hold my attention for more than 20 minutes. there was not a bone in my body that wanted to do ANYTHING.
perhaps it’s my biology rebelling to the massive amounts of work i make myself do. i’ve been following this “well, lil wayne never rests” mentality that has only served me with late nights with my eyes melting in my sockets (btw it’s 3am right now) and waking up groggy as hell.
i’ve placed myself in this twisted position where i feel like my “vacation” happens when i’m on tour…where every night i get back into my hotel room so exhausted from a show that i knock right out. when i’m at home, there’s so much more ground to cover–so much more that requires your attention when you’re not hundreds of miles away from everything and everyone you know.