Free Ya’ Mind

What bores you?

Me to myself: I’m bored.

Inner Me: So, what’s new?

My Artist child: blog? 😃

Me: 😒 ..

Inner Me: I thought you liked blogging?

Me: I do, but.. I don’t feel like it.. 😮‍💨

Inner Me: ..take a nap.

My Artist child: Yeah! That’s fun! Naps are fun!

Me: I just woke up from a nap..

Silence

*checks time*

“BORING:O’CLOCK”

Me: 😩

Anxious me: *opens Instagram. Scrolls.*

*one hour later*

Me: My God! Why does the world suck?

Inner Me: it’s social media. Not the world.

My Artist child: ..sure it is.

Inner Me: Not you too.

My Artist child: well..

Inner Me: So, we just gonna sit here and act pathetic?.. ok.

*takes walk*

Later…. *checks phone*

DAILY WRITING PROMPT

Prompt: “What bores you?”

Me: hmm..

Inner Me: ..well?

My Artist child: ..what bores me? Those days when it’s too cold to go out but too depressing to stay in. And when you go out, the sidewalk is wet and crowded. No one sees anyone, they just exist and walk. The clouds cover the sky and it feels like rain. Everythings over priced or out of reach,  everything is just one more step, one more dollar, one more minute of your time. Those days where you barely have two pennies to spare, not to mention, the time to spend it. It’s boring, unoriginal, and uninspiring. It’s those days when I have so much hope and motivation but no drive. Not knowing where to go or how to get there.  I can feel the physical mundaneness, the weight of gravity, mixed with ambition and unreasonable expectations. The days when, no matter how hard you try, all you’re given is.. CRAP!

“The crap that bores you and suffocates you. The shit you can’t stand. The “late notices”, the “missed calls”, the “unanswered emails”, the “low bank accounts”, the “price increase”. Then Apple takes your last $1.99..”

Me: Yep, that’s how it happens..

Inner Me: ..Well, what bores me is simple.. the game itself. I mean, I’d rather meditate all day if it meant reveling like a Buddha on a mountain. Most times I’m trying to block out the noise of the outside world, just so I can remain connected to something pure.

“Like, most times I wanna check out, just to check in. But when checking in, means”escaping the hamster wheel”, then “checking in” feels more like a chore, than a privilege. It reminds of those moments when my mom would force me to pray and asks God’s forgiveness when I did something wrong. But all I wanted to do was watch Pokèmon..”

My Artist child: That was the day I went rogue. 👻

Inner Me..“I could do without it, honestly.”

Me: ..Like this conversation. I mean, don’t we know all that? When I’m bored, I open the YouTube app. I don’t want thought bubbles about what “bores” me or what “interest” me. Most of my days are “boring” or “mundane”. The last thing I want to do is go crying about it when given the chance.

“Hulu me, please.” 📺 😊

My Artist Child: Yes, cuz there’s a new episode of Abbott Elementary!

Inner Me: Ah! Yes, Quinta Brunson is such a gem!

…

*publishes blog post*

CLOSES BLOG APP.

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