This is a post I published last year when I was scrambling around, trying to get things done within a reasonable frame of time. It’s a story about me and an old friend – Boredom – and how we tried to please Boredom’s twin, Time.
**Once upon a time, I had a friend called Boredom. Boredom and his twin, time, kept me company – until one day when they packed up and left me.
I miss you, Boredom, my friend
Gone are the days when Boredom and I’d roamed around the house, searching for something to occupy Time.
We’d sit and think about nothing and everything, life, friendship, love, hate, enemies, the sky.
For hours and hours you’d find me with Boredom, playing our favorite game: nothing. And wishing to pass to the next level: something.
Boredom was a fixture in my life, a permanent guest, and yes, an annoying presence.
I complained about Boredom a lot, talked behind Boredom’s back to a friend, a family, a passerby, even the parrot.
And then the inevitable happened. Boredom finally got the point, because Boredom got up and left me, and took Time, his twin with him.
And now my life is a quick marathon, with me always on the losing side.
I catch glimpses of time every now and then, always running away from me, slipping under the crack of the front door, the opening of a window, the keyhole. I try, but no matter how hard, I can never catch Time, not even brush a caring hand over any of its 24 tentacles. Of my old friend Boredom, there are no signs.
I wish I could see Boredom again, for a couple hours once or twice a week, to reminisce some time.
I have been absent from the blogosphere lately and (hopefully) some of you noticed and wondered why and when I’ll return to frequent blogging.
Well, I’m not here to say that I’m back, or even that I’m taking a blogging hiatus, just that I’m still around and may be putting on the Houdini act every now and then.