When you get incredibly bored, it’s part of human nature to quit squirming around and let your eyes do all of the work. This rang true while I was at the mall today waiting for my mom to get out of the makeup department at Nordstrom. I sat down and just let my eyes follow every person that graced my presence, like little kids in the back of a soccer-mom van watching every car fly by on the interstate.
I took note of every girl I’ll never have the pleasure of treating to dinner and a movie, and I calculated ratios in my head to determine the number of obesity victims to everyone else. Society sure is rich of colorful characters, some I’ll never have the chance to interact with. I only wander who is staring at me while I creepily ogle from afar. Who else is engaging in this same activity as I am?
Boredom is not given enough credit. What other times do you really have the chance to just sit there and take a gander at your immediate environment? I’ve certainly learned much about myself and how I fit myself into such a puzzle of an environment.
My Seven Devils 