Yawn

I was walking home from the bus today, enjoying my usual random train of thoughts: "Gotta remember to pick up my packages from the office. Should I go home first or go straight to the office? I should pack tonight. And go to the gym. Do I need to do anything else? Wow, this velcro on the hood of my new coat really forces me to look up. It's like a neck brace! Muddy muddy muddy, I can't believe there is still that much water in the ditch from Sunday." And on and on. And it hit me that I am really bored with life at present.

I should now knock on every piece of wood I come in contact with for the next forever, because that is the kind of statement that invites all sorts of trouble. The Universe hears something like that, and it's going to turn your life upside-down and all around like a snow globe or a kaleidoscope and who knows where you'll end up. When evaluating the level of interestingness of one's life, it is always important to take into consideration both ends of the spectrum. There is good interesting and there is bad interesting, and I really don't want bad interesting. I've had more than enough of that for the last long while, and I expect there is some stressful interesting approaching in the near future, but could it please please please just lead to some good interesting? Non-stressful, enjoyable, happy interesting? That would be really really great.

I suppose I am complaining here, and to clarify, boredom is much better than other phases of life. So much better than being so stressed you feel like you are going to explode from the anguish. In comparison, boredom is kind of relaxing. And there are lots of fun things going on. It's not that there is nothing interesting going on. It's just that overall, on a macro level, life is getting a bit monotonous. It's like driving across Nebraska, you might say.*

Fortunately, Thanksgiving is upon us, which launches the holiday season with accompanying festivities. So it will be a change of pace, hooray!

Plus there's pie. How can you go wrong with pie?!

*Personally, I didn't mind driving across Nebraska. And I have very fond memories of a gas station in Omaha that saved my bacon by ordering me an oil cap.