I’m bored.
Not really, I’m not.
And if I were, I’d die before I ever admitted to it.
I grew up being told only boring people are bored.
There was such a stigma attached to being boring that I’d have rather been the poor trash down the road than be the boring girl on the corner, because at least the poor trash had a story to tell.
The common response to “I’m bored” was “you better find something to do or I’ll find you something.”
Except once. I told my grandmother, my dear, practical grandmother with the sharp tongue, I was bored and she turned around and put her square hands on the kitchen table and looked me right in the eye and said, “Lamebrain.”
Then she turned back to her cake making without another word.
That cured me quick-fashion of my boredom, because the very last thing I wanted was my grandmother thinking I was stupid.
I don’t think since then I’ve uttered the words, “I’m bored,” nor do I think I’ve let myself get bored. I always have something to read or some paper I can make a list on or some knitting or something I can do, because I don’t ever want to feel that way again – like I can’t come up with something to occupy my mind.
So find something to do with your time, or I’ll find you something to do with it.
Just like a Slattery 
I tend to manifest boredom when I’m doing something that I hate, rather than not doing anything at all.
I tend to avoid doing things I hate as much as possible, and then rushing through them and doing a crappy job of them.
I’ve come to realize sometimes doing a half ass job is better than nothing at all – for example when it comes to washing my windows.
If you’ve washed your windows, you’re ahead of me.
What are your feelings on the statement “I’m overcome with ennui.”?
I feel like you need to stop somewhere and pick up a magazine.
I just get tired of doing the same thing over and over again, but no, I can’t say I get bored. Even if I don’t have anything to physically do, there’s always something to think about, or people watching, or whatever. I never need something external, like an iPod, to occupy me, either.
HA!