This week I have been studying mostly how to get bored, and I have to announce that I’ve been reasonably successful.
I put a lot of this down to correct career decisions, but fate has also stepped in and lent a hand.
In the area of Achieving Mind Numbing Boredom, I feel that nature gave me a headstart by equipping me with
A personality that seems at this late stage to be unable to engage with anything interesting without realising sharpish and quick-time that there is so much stuff that has been done that it’s statistically more than likely that anything I do, anything I think or anything I say has already been done.
Not only has it been done, but usually it’s been done far better and more professionally than I could hope to do it
Accordingly, I feel its unlikely that the Waiting World will ever collectively let its breath out and sigh with relief that I’ve finally got round to writing my radical reassessment of the Paintings of Edward Hopper.
My ‘Bench-themed’ website goes unvisited by me or anyone else
My dream of Lebowski-ing up my blog has foundered on the twin rocks of apathy and indifference.
In fact I only occasionally visit my blog and post to it less often.
When I do visit it I usually check a random selection of other bloggers and to be honest im not interested in yet another Middle Class Housewife with too much time on her hands letting the Waiting World know about how she is coping with the Ironing