Life - Twiddling Thumbs

Five episodes of “Fat Albert”, four riveting cases of Matlock and I listened to every rap song recorded by Jewelz better known as Allen Iverson. Yup, I’m bored! I’ve devoured three-day old pasta, Chinese food from yesterday and nibbled on two pieces of fruit… and it’s only 1:30.

It’s not that I am a lazy degenerate. I’m in my last term in college so my work load isn’t crazy. Yes I am applying for post-graduation jobs, but once you apply there is nothing left to do but wait on the call. Sure I hang out with other members of the AA Club (Always Available), but after a while the day’s meeting must be adjourned.
I could go shopping; however, limited funds will turn that excursion into a day of window shopping and disappointment. As I step out of the house for fresh air in hopes that a new adventure will smack me dead in the face, I realize how much my weekdays resemble life in jail. I eat, work out, play ball, then it’s off to socialize with fellow prisoners of boredom.

I could go out every night, but that’s just a waste of money. Besides, no one wants to be that dude at the bar or club every night. My barber sees me so much during the day time, that he thinks I am a drug dealer. “No disrespect, but the only people that come in before five are dudes moving that weight.” For the first time in my life I am envious of the drug dealer, at least he has something to do.

A random call to my girlfriend from junior year of high school should give me some entertainment today. She has become a real whack job over the years, and updates on her life never cease to amaze me. Although she was surprised and glad to hear from me, she knew the situation: “John, you must be bored as hell because you never call.” So much for that attempt to pass the time. It’s only Tuesday and I have depleted all of my temporary cures for boredom. I made a 131 song “Best of Roc-A-Fella” playlist, searched EBay for a pair of Nike KG III’s, and watched “Big Booty Bonanza” in its raunchy entirety. I even did homework!

Those of you who are currently bored at work, reading this blog post to pass the time should be grateful. At least you are being paid to be bored. For I am unemployed with nothing but time, yet still living for the weekend.