I am bored: a few lines of prose

second year jake head

photo by lauren friedlander

Boredom is not an emotion but rather a state that brings me dangerously close to emotions I do not enjoy feeling. These being the ones that make me look too closely at myself, the ones that come to me in this state, void of passion or distraction. A state without strength to fend off the incoming nihilist infestation--that being the one only defended by a thin layer of remaining adolescence. 

What are we supposed to do when we feel like shit in a town with nothing but fluorescent lights and piss soaked barstools? 

Let’s smoke on the porch, you say. We can get Taco Bell. Okay. Let’s have sex, maybe just lay down together — sounds nice. We could drink ourselves into inexistence, even better. 

What else can we do when boredom (anguish) crawls too close

And passions are blanched white,

Consciousness wished away. 

I don’t really know 

to be honest with you, but the art museum down the street is free.

Let’s see what they did.