It is my last week at digit. I am project managing myself. This means I have time to read short stories such as Guts by Chuck Palahniuk while simultaneously sucking down a quickly melting strawberry tropical calippo.

A BAD combination.

I finish reading. Breathe.

My head feels very cold. I stand up from my desk and feel like a penguin is tap dancing up my spine. After my body has normalised itself I’m left with this strange feeling. A feeling that I am, slowly, turning into a boring person. So slowly, that its like glass, a liquid that moves so slowly, you’d never see it move in your life time.

And i’m reminded of the quote from the man himself,

“All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.”

Boring is for people who have lived life. They can be boring. Some boring people are the most interesting people I know. This is another form of boredom. I’m sure God lets this type of boredom slip his black list.

I am not one of these people.

I would write more, but I feel I might bore you.