I am…absolutely floored. Hopelessly lost in admiration!
You are everything I aspire to be.
Oh. Hold on.
Back. I had to go and check what “bored” meant, just in case the definition had changed in recently months, but no! It’s the same! In essence, you’re saying you have run out of things to do that are worthy of interest. Which is just an incredible place to be.
HOW YOU MUST HAVE LIVED.
I mean, by being bored, you must have…
Eagerly delved into everything Stanford, Harvard and Yale are offering up on iTunes, entirely for free – or lost your mind wandering around Coursera, which aggregates courses from some of the most famous universities in the world…
…and then did the same with Chez Pim‘s output - with enormous emphasis on the Pad Thai.
Backed up every single photo and critical document you own…
…and then did it again, elsewhere, because you never know when the badsectorpocalypse will strike…
…and even went as far as protecting all your precious bookmarks & settings on your favourite apps by going portable and sending a backup a copy to your USB or cloud drive?
Packed a bag, walked out your front door, caught a bus, caught another bus, caught yet another bus, and kept going until you ended up somewhere incredible? Because yes, it’s possible.
Read all The Morning News, then all of World Hum, then every scrap of archived material from Brain Pickings, rounding things off with the Paris Review. (Well done. You’ve read some of – and read about some of – the best writing on the Internet. Admirable way to spend a couple of decades. I applaud your dedication).
Read Lord Of The Rings yet again, except following the route in Barbara Strachey’s Journeys of Frodo (which can be previewed here because someone’s scanned them, but really, the book is a toe-wiggling joy – but you know that, having bought it, right?).
…and then somehow, against staggering odds, managing to fight your way through all 50 of these.
Readthistrilogy, while following the real history of Newton, Liebnitz, Hooke, Louis XIV, William II and all of Stephenson’s “characters” in a realhistory-of-science book (say, this one), and pinpoint exactly where Neal Stephenson has stuck to the facts and where he has taken wild, anachronistic flights of fancy.
…and then written at least as many fiction and non-fiction books as Isaac Asimov.
Sat outside and listened to the world – the birds, the weather and the bustle of humanity, the creak of your chair, the sound of your own breathing – until everything held absolutely zero novelty or interest for you. Been there? Done that? WOW.