Think Out Loud: Boredom

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When I was a kid, and a very long time afterwards, I had an issue. I was bored. I mean seriously, I was bored! Every time someone was asking to see how I was, I had always the same answer: I’m bored.

My textbooks and books were marked by this phrase: I’m bored. Underlined and with small hearts surrounding it. This phrase had become something of a motto, something natural like saying my name. If you asked me my name around that time I’d say: I’m Athina and I’m bored.

This story kept going for far too long until I got really bored with this feeling of boredom. I remember pulling back my hand every time it was itching to write this word, but it had become an unconscious reaction and so I kept writing it down. Until I wake up one morning and I knew it was time to get over with it.

So I bought a notebook.

Until then, even if I was already writing, I hadn’t realized how much writing meant to me. When I sat on my bed and took the pen in my hands, when I wrote that very first line in that special notebook, I knew that writing was a part of me. And I say special, because this notebook with the mice out front, was more than a diary. It was like blueprint to the way out of boredom. The road I should follow to get of that maze.

I didn’t write every day, but I wrote when I had the need to make the thoughts into words, to make them real. And I kept writing for a while. I can’t remember how long I kept that notebook but only a few pages had left when it was time to let it go. It didn’t happen overnight and I though too much before destroying it, but it had fulfilled its purpose.

I let it burn in the fireplace a hot summer night. I set the pages ablaze and watch it burn at 2 am in the morning. Then I went to bed.

I didn’t wrote that phrase for a long time afterwards, but I will be lying if I say I didn’t wrote it again. I did in university one day when I was so sleepy and all I wanted was to go back home. But that was it.

You see, writing is more than just words on paper. Don't you agree?