Yes. Hello.
I have been overcome by a tremendous sense of boredom. And I think this might go towards the proof of the meaninglessness of life, the purposelessness of life.
Ofcourse my boredom won’t convince you, particularly if you’re busy stuffing your thumb up your ass.
I was just thinking it would be impossible for someone to be this bored in a world that had an objective purpose for each person.
Then again, I also am think I need to get myself a bag of marbles and shut the hell up.
So, bye.
You look pretty happy to me.
Get out of your state of inertia and go do something.
Its like this, Monoog, as Socrates put it:
Either my essence is divine and I am immortal, or it is not and it doesn’t matter anyway.
Is this not an excellent deal? Who needs meaning? What does it matter?
Playing marbles is as meaningful as leading a country to victory.
boredom is a manifestation of our awareness of temporality. what to do with our time when being towards death… what to do and why do anything at all? you do what you attach value to, whatever you choose…
In a round-a-bout way, I think so, pocky.
But then I imagine being permanent, and still I become bored. Strange.
I’m reading Kierkegaard right now, and as always, his penetrating insight holds me spellbound.
He says that boredom exists in what he calls the “aesthetical sphere,” and that it is actually a manifestation of despair.
Here is an exert from the book:
“Aesthetes never achieve a truly human form of existence, because they are guided by the same principles that motivate amoebas and slugs. Pleasure and pain are, after all, fundamentally biological in nature. It is true that the more refined is the pleasure, the more “spiritual” it seems to become, but this spirituality is an illusion. The evolution of the aesthete from crassness to sophistication is based on the realization that pleasure must be transformed into a form of consciousness rather than remain mere physcial titillation. The sophisticated aesthete realizes that the pursuit of pleasure itself becomes boring, but he tries to solve this problem from within the aesthetic sphere. He does so by creating a world of exotic bohemian sensuality of the spirit. The aesthete does not yet recognize that boredom is actually a manifestation of despair.”
If I start with nothing, would it be possible for me to feel bored, pocky?
If I start with one thing, I can become bored in three ways:
Kierkegaard says that the aesthete “rotates his pleasures” to create the illusion that one of them is “new again.”
“You go to see the middle of a play, you read the third part of a book. You remain outside of life, a spectator and a manipulator. This way you will rescue freedom from necessity and fill your life with cunning little suprises that, with good luck, will keep you from being swamped by life’s tedium.”
Now watch. The rotation method becomes frenzied. The aesthete, sweating and anxious, despairs more. He is coming closer to suicide.
But why is he bored in the first place?
Because he has something to do.
Boredom is being grounded in the world.
Society-at-large has fashioned a purpose for you. I’m guessing you don’t trust society-at-large completely. Perhaps it’s time to consider life and decide on a purpose for yourself. I’m still working on it. But I’ve been at it for a couple years now. The choices narrow themselves down as you realize what you are individually capable of and can consistenly count on yourself to do.
Good luck.
Great post de’trop!
If I may just share a Kafka quote with everyone. I know not where it is from but I had it written down and I believe some meaning in it may pertain to this disscussion.
“You need not leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. You need not even listen, simply wait. You need not even wait, just learn to become quite, and still, and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked. It has no choice; it will role in ecstacy at your feet.”
Derive your own interpetations I just wanted to share.
My interpetation is, grammar doesnt even fathom boredom.
What does that mean?
Your right Kesh, but it is one of our limited realms for expressing our paradigms of our precieved expriences that many times parallel the paradoxs. 
Thank Kierkegaard, that was his gig.
What is the one state, the one feeling, that one can have where there is no boredom?
Danger. Being threatened.
And what is the one existent in an event that deems that event as boring?
Consciousness.
You can become bored when you own the world.
You can become bored when you are broke and sitting around the house(like me.)
You can become bored when you are in between: I was once poor and bored and now I am rich and bored.
Boredom, then, is a luxury. It is a vanity. It is a calamity of evolution.
Only an organism that is conscious and not afflicted could become so.
And such an organism isn’t progressing, it is floundering.
What about when one is learning? Listening to music. Looking at something beautiful. And I can think of many more.
He gets to a point where he either “knows everything” or realizes that he cannot, and “learning” stops either way.
He gets bored.
It gets old. Its finite. “I’ve heard it already.” I listen to something new with the anticipation that it too will get old.
I get bored.
Like the music. "Wow, that’s pretty, but I’ve seen it a million times, and it doesn’t evoke the same feelings as it did when I first discovered it. That doesn’t mean that it isn’t pretty anymore, but just that “pretty” has gotten boring.
I get bored.
Look! There is a lion charging at you. No time to think, no time to measure, no time to complain or become apathetic or reflect on the meaninglessness of the universe. Run! You must. There is no time for boredom. There is life or there is death. There is no feeling, there is action, response, a goal before all other goals. STAY ALIVE.
That’s not boring.
But once I have evaded the lion and I’m safe, I look at that beautiful painting again…“yep, the same ol’ painting.” The music…“jeez, I’ve heard the song so many times I know the words by heart, and I don’t even like it.” I go back to school and learn about how “nobody can know everything” and I begin twiddling my thumbs.
Yep. Boredom is utterly gratuitous. It is lurking where ever there is routine and anticipation.
Bored? See if you can defeat 2 minutes. ebaumsworld.com/escape.html
actually i think its quite the opposite… boredom is an unconscious sign/awareness that in a world where you have to be doing something you’re not, so that produces a certain uneasiness, a stimulus for u to be productive in whatever way you might choose to be productive…