The other night, my friend Walt posted a link to a mess of inspirational quotes. Since I love to read and argue with inspirational quotes, of course I read them all and did some mental arguing. It was fun. There were a lot of them.
This one from Louis CK caught my eye:
“I’m bored” is a useless thing to say. I mean, you live in a great, big, vast world that you’ve seen none percent of. Even the inside of your own mind is endless; it goes on forever, inwardly, do you understand? The fact that you’re alive is amazing, so you don’t get to say “I’m bored.”
I’ve probably mentioned it before, but I am almost never bored. Like Louis says, there is a lot of cool shit out there. Boredom is really not an option. When I considered my own occasional boredom for a moment, I realized that on the few occasions when I do think I am bored, I am actually discontented in some way. Frustrated. Sad. Puzzled. Annoyed. It isn’t boredom at all.
Now I just have to remember this emotional breakthrough the next time I think I am bored, figure out what I really have going on in my over-active psyche, and voila! Perfect mental harmony.
So remind me, OK?
What, don’t you want me to have perfect mental harmony?
Of course you do.
It may take a while, that is why I need someone to remind me. If I got bored more frequently, I wouldn’t have to remember my theory for very long.
What do you mean, how will you know when I am bored? That is a good question. Chances are, I will be over my boredom by the time I write about it and you won’t be able to remind me at all.
Personal responsibility is a bitch.
Well, I will let you know if I ever manage to get bored, remember my theory about it being dissatisfaction rather than boredom and have an epiphany that results in perfect mental harmony.
I’m looking forward to it.
Psssh. Every one says satori is soooo fucking hard.
All I have to do is figure out what I am not bored about.
Simple.
That sound you didn’t hear was the Universe laughing its ass off at me.
Yes, the Universe has an ass.
You’ve obviously never heard the expression “ass end of the Universe” before.
Looking forward to satori.
I hope my eyeliner doesn’t smudge when it happens.
(Resisting the urge to say “don’t hate me because I’m Buddhaful” because it is such a bad pun)
(It’s low risk, though, because there isn’t a lot of smiting in Buddhism)
(What’s with all the parentheses all of a sudden?)