Most days I am so horribly bored. Do I ever need a bloody job! Not that jobs in general are a lot of fun, but anything’s gotta be better than sitting on my a** all day. Or going into town, killing time, no one to see, escaping into the internet on my smartphone, just ‘out’ for the sake of being out and because I cannot stand being cooped up on my own anymore.
I should not be contemplating suicide out of boredom! This is not a good reason (and is actually not mine). Work is a necessary evil in this world, it’s just the way it is. It’s not good to have nothing to do. Maybe some nice person will ask me about hobbies and what I like to do. Well, we can’t count the internet, I like to eat, and drink coffee and tea, that’s really about it to be honest. Oh in the old days I would read books, how I loved books, I would love to cook vegan food, I’d go to yoga class or even the gym or for long walks in nature, I’d enjoy going to the cinema, even on my own, and I wrote a blog.
I’m so depressed now that I find little enjoyment in anything, so it doesn’t seem worthwhile.
And yes I’ve got voluntary work but it’s only 5 hours a week. That’s not gonna be enough. I need to find more. And I attend a class one day a week.
It’s pathetic at my age (52) to complain of being bored like some spoilt child.
So I’ve picked up the hobby of researching and discussing various methods of suicide.
I know no one will reply to this. I already have my own answers. There is no excuse for being bored really. I took some powder to feel better…now I don’t care so much about being cut adrift from society.