Its a very small piece of shit that finds a place in my diary. Nothing to be offensive of the title, its merely a title. . . As always a picture of the frame of my mind on one of those days when I would be spending time with myself and yet find it difficult to wail away time. . .
I am bored to bits now, if only I could write something entertaining, humor is dead at this point in time, Love or romance is out of question, Optimism is only in the talks, Pessimist is who I am, Sarcasm is not my cup of tea. . . so what is it that i can write in a situatiopn like that - here's what I wrote.
Raise this question when you're all alone, what could one possibly do when bored. . . the fact that you are bored itself is such that it does not allow you to involve yourself outside of you.
It is probably this time, when it is the right time to do some introspection about the things going on around you. . . Present, Past and a li'l bit of future. . . though you cannot do much by introspecting the past and the future, That leaves with just the Present to do damage control. . . You're bored now, so how is it that you are going to do any introspection then . . .
Take a pen, Order a cup of coffee, Look around, Smile and say to yourself "What the FUCK. . . "