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.