When on my own, I am rarely bored.
I do not find solitude boring. I am happy to walk in the woods, enjoy nature, and think about whatever pops into my mind. Or, in many places, read a book. Books save me from boredom during many of my non-working, non-sleeping, and non-doing-what-has-to-be-done hours. One is essential equipment for planes, trains, and waiting rooms. Of course, I have had boring situations imposed upon me, when I have not had a book or it would have been impolite to open one. I do watch television, but very selectively. I can live without it, so a power failure would be catastrophic only to items in the refrigerator and freezer. Of course, a winter loss of power might be unpleasant, but food would not spoil.
I can share some of the sentiments in the following piece, but would prepare for and, perhaps, even welcome periods of enforced boredom. I would not be.
I like being bored...occasionally.
But, let me qualify that statement. There is good boredom, and there is bad boredom. I hate bad boredom and try to avoid it at all cost. A good book helps.
Good boredom is having the feeling that you have nothing pressing to do and can choose your distraction. Bad boredom is being forced to wait for a delayed plane, train, or meeting with nothing to read or no scrap of paper to record random thoughts, which might be useful in a story or blog entry. Bad boredom is also the kind one must endure during military service (well-described in an article on the subject of boredom in Commentary: http://www.commentarymagazine.com/article/duh-boring/ ) One is stuck in a situation in which there is nothing to do but sit, wait, and wish for stimulation. Such boredom often leads to trouble in soldiers, the unemployed, and children.
The above article mentions cultural differences of boredom, suggesting that it is a hereditary feature of the English aristocracy. I recall a former boss’s recounting his dinner with Prince Charles: the only memorable words uttered by the heir to a fancy chair occupied by his mother were “I’m so bored”, speaking about his life.
Boredom, of course, explains why I could never settle for a gorgeous, yet less-intelligent, babe. What would we talk about? How could she entertain me outside the bedroom...which soon becomes tedious? She would be lovely to look at and grace my arm at social occasions, at which men would jealously stare and women would glare, but be so bor-ing...
Nb. Boredom does not explain why I spend time on the blog, and I certainly hope that that it does not drive anyone to read it.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.