Broken
Posted on May 4th, 2008
by
kcidybom
boredheart
There must be something wrong with me. I can't do this, this boredom thing, head or heart. I sat on the top of Mt Mitchell today, and tried, and tried, and tried. It didn't happen. So many people complain of being bored. I can't feel empathy. I must be broken.
Although the cartoon is cute.







I'm not sure what you mean! You can't be bored, or you don't find in yourself empathy for a person making a claim that THEY are bored? If it's the first one (sorry, I can never remember which is “former” and which is “latter”) that is–you yourself don't find any boredom in you whatsoever, I have plenty of empathy for that! I haven't been bored in AGES!!! I only remember what it was like from when I was younger. But, as to the second case, don't you remember what it was like to be bored?
Hey martha - I honestly don't think I have ever been bored. I can't remember that experience anyway, so yeah, I can't summon up empathy for someone who says they are bored because I can't put myself in their place. I can't figure out if this is a good thing or not, so I just let it be.
An teacher I had in high school said: “You have to form something before you can put a ladder against it to get to the top, so latter always followes former.” Silly, but it worked for me…thanks…;-)
dear one, i think it's amazing that you have never been bored. i often have in the past, but lately have been praying earnestly to experience, if not boredom, which i think is no longer possible for me because i am too alive now, at least a bit more quietness! life has been a wee bit too exciting for me the last two months. love ya
Hmmm, boredom….ah, I am immediately reminded of sitting in the top of a maple tree at the age of about 14 with my friend Bardy Bassett, smoking Belmont cigarettes(stolen from her mom) looking at the leaves, occassional eavesdropping on a person walking underneath, ho hum… “Whadyawannado?” “(sigh) dunno”… This would possible be squeezed between early morning horseback riding, late afternoon tennis, maybe a sail out in the Laser……or a bike ride out to the farm…. truly, any moment not filled with activity was 'boredom'…. Of course, saying “I'm bored” around my mother was in the same order of saying the f-word….. I loved how Pema Chodron spent a lot of time with 'boredom' in Starting Where You Are…learning to sit with it, peer into it, stay present with it, and the restlessness….. it is a painful sort of a state….. like listening to the fly buzzing and thumping back and forth on the window pane….a moment, hot and endless and thirsty….. Anyway, I guess you are kinda lucky that you have never been bored…. In theory, I agree, that it is indeed astonishing that any of us could be bored when given this miraculous emergence, and the capacity to witness it along with the gift of intention…. Still, it creeps upon me sometimes…and I am perhaps learning to move into boredom with a certain curiosity and presence… can't say it is my favourite perspective though….. love Jane
Quietness is good Nicole, a way to the hear the gentle burble of your heart.
Jane - I absolutely love “….a moment, hot and endless and thirsty…” in this context. Perfect!
Love and hugs…
For me, boredom is merely sensing the Universal Energy inside me. It's like God saying, “Hey! You wanna go have some fun?” If I resist all the self-destructive ways to scratch “that itch” it usually results in something neat. Empathy for other who are bored? Hum? When my younger children complain that they are “bored” I say, “Yeah, and … .?” I look at boredom as a wonderful pre-creative state of being, but it takes time and experience to be able to listen, to hear the direction in which to take that energy.
when I was kid i remember feeling bored sometimes. looking back it was just another way of feeling like i wasn't doing what i really wanted to do. Limits placed on me because of my age. i believe it's the limits that make me bored,that and politics ;-) so i avoid both.
Catherine - That's a great way to look at boredom. I think I'll play with it and see what happens.
Bridget - Ditto on this. Maybe I've been lucky (or delusional…;-)) and make myself believe I'm always doing what I want to do. Unlikely, huh?
when people tell me that they're bored…I tell them they're fortunate,,,they now have an opportunity to talk to god. For me personally….I don'tget bored…I'm too easily amused.
Ha! I'm thinking that's what I am too - easily amused. Thanks Tom…;-)
I found this cartoon very interesting. It is a complete representation of the human condition: separation. He thinks too much and wants to love more.
They call intellectually bored people spiritual masters who have the ability to fill the agenda of their hearts with compassion while clearing that of their minds and totally reversing the roles of the little guy in the cartoon. To have a busy heart is great. The ability for empathy is there. But that kind of gift wielded by a busy mind, is like giving a chainsaw to a french chef. It lacks conscious precision and directed awareness. The heart may be loving well, but if there is no space to contextualize the transformation, how can a real sense of empathy even develop into something recognizable amongst the chaos in the mental traffic jam?
Plus, if the heart and mind could work separately, philosophers and psycologists would be out of the business. It wouldn't be integral. And what fun is that?
I can remember being bored as a kid, on a hot summer day, nothing to do that I wanted to do, not allowed in the house cause… why wasn't I allowed in the house? cause kids were supposed to be outside in the summer, nothing to read, no where to go: I lived way out in the country, nobody to talk to, no pets to play with…
I felt powerless, cause what I wanted to do–Go inside and play – I was not allowed to do.
Now that I am grown up, I don't have that feeling anymore. If I am stuck someplace that threatens to be boring, well, I can always entertain myself with a sex fantasy.
Courtland - That's a good way to look at the cartoon, and at the human condition in many respects. And I love the last two lines - so true.
Carla - sex and consciousness and…well…you don't want to know the really weird stuff…fantasies…yeah!
Waves at Carla…Im with you on the sex fantasy dear heart! lol
Albert I certainly am never bored sitting atop of a mountain or in nature either! And quite frankly I dont get bored much of anywhere other than work….Must be my heart isnt happy there…which I know already! :-0
And no Albert, Youre not broken…so dont be trying to 'fix' yourself! I like you just the way you are! hugss
Julia - such a sweet comment. I really don't think I'm 'broken' though, and in many areas I can feel almost overwhelming empathy, but certain human expressions, like “I'm bored” for example, leave me thinking “Huh? How can you allow yourself to be bored?” A little peccadillo of mine.
PS: My forest says “Hi” to your forest…;-)
I'm not sure I've ever been bored. Fell asleep in a Baptist church once when I was 11 but I think that was annoyance. With all the possibilities in the universe and a mind that won't stop most of the time … I've yet to run up on boredom … maybe boring people, but they are interesting too.
I'm with Maze, “I'm easily amused.”
Yup brother, definitely.
Although I have to say, I've fallen asleep in Baptist, Episcopal, Catholic, Methodist, and Lutheran churches, as well as in several temples, a nearby Zen Center, and even in a sweatlodge. I guess I need to be moving.
maybe you just get nice and relaxed in that environment lol
hmmmmm maybe you were just tired! lol
hugs from me and my forest to you and yours!
I'm escorting a student to a Greek Orthodox service in a few weeks. I wonder what I'll do there?
Albert – I can identify with not understanding boredom. I am up against a teenager who is willfully bored these days. I don't know how to understand his boredom. I try to share things with him that I'm enthusiastic about – tons and tons and endless amounts of stuff. I try to find out what he doesn't think is boring. I'm trying to see boredom and it's opposite through his eyes, but my vision is distorted by 20 years of living. it's ok though, to let him be bored. to stop feeling as if I will lose him if I don't keep him entertained. to just say, ok. you can be bored if you like kiddo or you can choose not to be. it's up to you. life is fascinating to me– every minute of it. so it's hard to understand how it can be boring for someone else.
and I don't think that finding life fascinating is the kind of mind that needs to be calmed down. I think the more I meditate and do yoga and relax and enjoy, the more and more life is fascinating. yes, being fascinated is not the same thing as needing to be busy all the time. you can be quiet and relaxed and still be fascinated by life.
thanks for the food for thought. it was nourishing. and yummy.
Pardon me for being so late to this party…but I read something rather interesting last night:
” “Most egos have conflicting wants. They want different things at different times or may not even know what they want, except they don't want what is; the present moment.Unease, restlessness, BOREDOM, anxiety, dissatisfaction are the result of unfilled wanting.Wanting is structural, so no amount of content can provide lasting fullfillment…..”
Tolle p 47 A New Earth.
Yikes! If this is true…then we sure all have alot of expectations/wants in life…there seems to be many people bored, or saying they are bored in this world!!!
Drop our expectations?Sounds like something we all should work on eh?
While I am not a Tolle spouter…
this touched me big time!
love ya albert.
Hope the ankle is better…have you tried acupuncture?
That's a valuable perspective Dawn. I wonder if my vision is distorted by time too, and I just tell myself that I've never been bored. Hmmm. It's so true that one of the times where boredom is least possible is when I'm not doing, just simply being.
Aley - another great perspective, boredom as unfulfilled expectation. I haven't read A New Earth, but I'm adding it to my list. And yes, thanks, my ankle is much better, although I do seem to roll/sprain that one with regularity. Maybe acupuncture…?
Love you gais, Albert