The World Under Boredom

Out of school and working part time has given me free time. Dare I say too much free time? I will say that I have been making weekly trips home to see family. Very recently I also managed to see most of the old high school friends I still talk to. I’ve met a few completely new people over the past few weeks and even managed begin to reacquaint with other people I briefly knew in passing (with the social grace of a caveman clubbing a mate to drag back to his cave, but what can you do?). The point is that I haven’t had a real ‘job’ occupying my time and that has lead to the dangerous pass time of thinking.

I don’t know where I’ll be in 10 or 20 years from now. I can’t even fathom what I’ll be doing when I’m 50… 60… 200 years old (I’ll never die, thank you modern medicine!) In a weird sort of mental MTV reality show, I get this weird comforting fantasy that once everything settles, I’ll move into a big house and I’ll share it with everyone I’ve ever met in my life. We’ll talk about old times and on the occasional down time from our jobs we’ll go out and do and see things. No one will get eliminated or voted off, although we’ll probably fight over who’s not doing the dishes (it’ll be me). More or less though we’ll get along and understand each other. Maybe that’s the weird sense of security I get from thinking about it. Maybe that’s what heaven’s like. Maybe if the house is big enough you could say that’s what the world is like. Maybe you could say that today’s world is a kind of heaven. Okay, now I'm scarring myself. I’m going to go for a run and go back to cleaning out my car.