Kick me...

Go on, kick me.

Boredom is a dangerous state, if you think about it it's one of the most dangerous or miraculous mental states to be in as a human being.

A saying that I am quite fond of is "Necessity is the mother of all invention". I like it, it strikes true with me. Look at the mad advances made by the super powers during the Second World War. The race for the Jet Engine and ultimately, the big kicker, the big bomb. Game over.

My guess is that these things would have been invented anyway, just not as quickly and maybe with a little more care. A rhetorical statement there, it matters not now. In the time of greatest need, the human mind will excel to an extent that is quite amazing when reflected upon in calmer times. Of course, the big bomb is arguably a step back in terms of human development, but the sheer shape of the whole process is stunning. Cometh the hour, cometh the man.

In total and utter contrast to the time of greatest need, is the time of greatest indulgence. No desperate needs, no defending ones family with ones life on the front line for necessities sake. Just indulgence. The Roman Empire fell apart on it's own sickness, debauchery was rife. The concept of a vomitorium is immense in it's simplicity. A place to be sick, and get off on it. An actual specific place!

This is almost approaching my relationship with boredom. It is the bane of my life, in every single aspect. I have the attention span of a Triffid with Downs Syndrome (this is an equal opportunities blog, I figured as there are no such thing as Triffids then the only people I would offend with that last statement are people with Downs Syndrome, and I could easily take one of those guys in a fight).

A remarkably long winded way of telling you, the dear reader, that I am easily bored.

I'm bored of writing this now.

Frustrations in my cure for boredom.

One of the most successful temporary cures for boredom that I have come across is music, in any form. Whether that release comes from listening to it, playing it or writing it, the buzz is the same for me.

I was never into music as a kid, didn't really become aware of it until I was about 13. Ever since then I always wanted to play an instrument, and didn't finally succumb until I was about 23, haven't looked back since.

Having said all this, I cannot tell you how frustrating it is to have a tune or piece of music in my head that I am simply not talented enough to express. The more you learn, the less you realise you know, and while that sounds negative, it happens to be the most interesting aspect of it for me. The boundaries are truly endless and subsequently the opportunities for boredom are extremely limited.

Right now it is pissing me off to an extent that I want to smash things (another cure for boredom), and am fighting the urge because I am told by others that smashing things is bad.

Now where did I put that fucking hammer?

My search for the answer to boredom...

Is there a cure for boredom?

I'm not talking about the little things that different people do to cure it, but a definitive answer, a cure-all, a panacea?

I'm looking for it, and have been searching, sometimes subconsciously, ever since I have been aware of my own being, in short, as long as I can remember. The romantic in me believes that there is an answer to this questing, but the cynic in me screams that I am being far too indulgent with myself and need a slapping. A hard one.

I'm still looking...