Labor Day = Boredom

Sounds exciting right? Friday came along, I left work early, came home, and didn’t cook. I don’t even remember what we did, because I was feeling like crap (again), so I had absolutely no plans to do anything. Seriously, where did we go to eat? Hmmm…

Yesterday, we had plans. This in and of itself is shocking because in all honesty, lately, this is rare. Anyway, we had plans, but after an embarrassing moment of me thinking I was going to cough up a lung in the hot vet’s office (seriously, why there?), I really didn’t feel like entertaining anyone. With those plans cancelled, I was really feeling bored.

I’m bored a lot. Boredom is not a good feeling. I am bored no matter how stressed or busy I am. So you can imagine how crazy bored I feel when I’m not feeling up to par, and rest is imperative. I’m not one to “rest,” unless it is paired with something else. I need excitement, something needs to be happening.

I have a lot of things to do around the house to keep my boredom at bay when I’m stuck at home. Sometimes I paint. Sometimes that ends up being a great outlet for frustration and anger, if not the best artwork.

This is but one example of frustrated art.
This is but one example of frustrated art. I call it      “Our Bleeding World”

I have all kinds of paint, and no kinds of talent.

I have a wonderful camera with all kinds of lenses. I have no idea what to do with all of it, but sometimes I get really lucky.

Reflections of a Sunset
Reflections of a Sunset

None of this matters though because I want to be out doing things. With people, but I’m not a people person. I need people like me. You know, normal, weird people. People I feel good being around. I don’t feel good being around most people where I live. I feel like I am from another planet compared to these people. This makes me hang onto the things that make me the weirdo individual I am. I don’t want to be swallowed up. I know if I lived in the bigger city we moved from a few years ago, I’d not feel so bored and isolated. Everything was at my fingertips. Even if I did  something alone, I could people watch, and possibly meet others who are at least like minded in some ways. If I do something alone here, well, I’d probably meet someone, but then they’d destroy me behind my back. No I am not in high school That’s just how it is around here. It’s like the Harper Valley PTA! It really is, except all of the women wear short skirts, and have had lots of plastic surgery. Have you ever heard of GCB? It is a must read if you’re ever going to understand the mindset of the people I live around.

When I’m bored, I think about how much I need botox, and wrinkle cream, and why that gallon of water I drink every day isn’t making these wrinkles magically disappear, but it is making me wake up in the middle of the night to pee, which makes me feel OLD, but I don’t want botox because then I’d be just another one of “those” women that I don’t fit in with, and I don’t want to look like a fake baked, middle aged Barbie. Yes, that is all one sentence because how you read that, is how it is flowing through my head. Non.Freaking.Stop.

Ah, it’s all going to be okay. Eye cream, check. Lip mask, check. (Hint, never mix up the lip mask and the eye cream) Wrinkle cream, check.

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wocburger

40 something woman in the midst of a midlife crisis, living daily life with a smile on my face, love in my heart, and completely dripping sarcasm like melting cheese from a cheese-burger.

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