Saturday, July 2, 2011
What I enjoy most about summer is its long, languid days. Be it lying in the sparkling blue pool water or sitting on the porch, engulfed in an early evening thunderstorm. Whatever the activity, it always has a lazy feel in the summertime.
But I'll never understand how some people complain of being bored. I'm never bored. Let me rephrase that. I'm never bored when I'm doing something I choose to do. Keep in mind my pursuits are not lofty or terribly adventurous. For example, I'm now sitting on my sunny porch writing this post. A soft, cool breeze is rippling the pages of my notebook. And I'm perfectly content.
I do get bored at functions or obligations I have to attend. I suppose it's good I need to go to such things on occasion. But how can one be bored when they have a mind full of ideas and a choice of how to express those ideas?
I think people who say, "I'm bored" need to use their imagination a little bit more.