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?
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