“I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?”
―Neil Gaiman, A Study in Emerald
I’m seldom bored. I have the opposite problem, if you can call it that: I’m appallingly easily entertained. I laugh at the most random things. When I’m not laughing, I’m smiling. I read books. I wander around the house singing. I knit hats. I write a bunch of things that no one ever sees and a few things that a few people see. I watch old movies and cry. I walk around and look at the trees and the sky. I think about things. I don’t think about things. On the few occasions when I find myself calling myself bored, it’s usually something else I’m unhappy about when I think about what is going on.
It’s a small life, which some people might find dull, but it doesn’t bore me.
Does it matter that other people might find it boring?
Nope.
Should I try to have a larger life? Am I somehow betraying the gift of Life by living small?
That is a question I do not know the answer to.
To address the rest of the quote: yes, I am a bit selfish. More than a bit, probably.
I’d say I’m also very private, but it seems silly to write that on the Internet where anyone in the World could see it.
(It’s true, though.)