10-31-2017, 02:23 AM
Bored
Why do we fear boredom so much
that, just for example, I have
chosen total anesthetic
over local, which is safer,
solely due to fear that I might
suffer ennui, this despite some
promised cheery repartee from
staff while they embroider on my
abdomen as they close up?
Boredom is a deep-set dread that
makes us do unlikely, risky
things we'd not consider if to
sit, awake and conscious, weren't our
only other choice on offer.
What's this fear which makes us cringe at
harmless inactivity, a
terror of forced cogitation,
or is something else involved?
In our emptiness, do painful
thoughts arise, of wrongs committed,
griefs at what cannot be mended,
fears of future threats that in their
formlessness or garish colors
seem much worse than pointless running
marathons of effort, or to
lose at solitaire or poker---
any company will do?
No, I say it's evolution
which has knotted up ancestral
DNA to cause discomfort
when we sit too quietly and
think. That's when great smilodons and
silent leopards pounced upon us
with our boredom interrupted
terminally as their white fangs
bored into our thoughtful necks.
Why do we fear boredom so much
that, just for example, I have
chosen total anesthetic
over local, which is safer,
solely due to fear that I might
suffer ennui, this despite some
promised cheery repartee from
staff while they embroider on my
abdomen as they close up?
Boredom is a deep-set dread that
makes us do unlikely, risky
things we'd not consider if to
sit, awake and conscious, weren't our
only other choice on offer.
What's this fear which makes us cringe at
harmless inactivity, a
terror of forced cogitation,
or is something else involved?
In our emptiness, do painful
thoughts arise, of wrongs committed,
griefs at what cannot be mended,
fears of future threats that in their
formlessness or garish colors
seem much worse than pointless running
marathons of effort, or to
lose at solitaire or poker---
any company will do?
No, I say it's evolution
which has knotted up ancestral
DNA to cause discomfort
when we sit too quietly and
think. That's when great smilodons and
silent leopards pounced upon us
with our boredom interrupted
terminally as their white fangs
bored into our thoughtful necks.
Non-practicing atheist



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