I was a big reader when I was young, so I was very seldom bored. If I did complain to my mother that I was bored she would tell me to go and play outside.
If I was bored, I would sit with those uncomfortable feelings for a bit and then go and do something. Nowadays I think it would be nice if we did have more boredom, because everything is 24/7 and sometimes it becomes too much without a second of breathing space. I am not a fan of being bored, but it is nice in a way to be able to be bored.
One of my biggest issues, though – with beauty products, jewellery, clothing, accessories, planner covers, food – is that when I love something, I use it all the time. Then suddenly I find I just cannot face it for another day. I am so bored with it. So I switch. And then some time later I rediscover my original favourite.
It would be so nice if I could just use the same handbag/rings every day for twenty years until it wears out, and then get another one. I did, after all, wear a school uniform for twelve years. Why can’t I do this? Do any of my readers use/eat something every day for years without getting bored? I wonder if this is a woman thing rather than a man thing? Because women are constantly being bombarded in media with new fashion, new products, new looks.
I also have huge problems sticking to ONE thing per category. I need to explore several options and in the end, I drown in my choices… My goal now is to look into all the things I have and see “what sparks joy” and try to stick to it, but it’s not easy at all…
I used to always have 3 or 4 books on the go at the same time when I was younger. That meant that if one of them was becoming “slow” I could put it down for a while, read something else and then go back to it later. I learned that being bored was a choice because I was never bored. I could discuss a vast variety of topics because I listened to a lot of music, read a lot of books and took an interest in the world I was living in. I recycled from a very early age (13 or 14) and made my own clothes from scraps of old clothes. Patched my jeans, yes my tee shirts were ripped but that was okay because I could fashion them into new clothes and add pieces to them. I wore bright colours and became a socialist because I was interested in my fellow man (and woman) on this journey through space around our sun.