Pathetic, or bored?

It was a dull Sunday afternoon, and the heat waves were radiating off the asphalt like the refuse off an angry sun.  A grasshopper on a nearby potted plant chirped in a half-hearted attempt to add depth to the flat street noise that orchestrated the scene.  I flicked my pencil at a few stray specks of dirt or cigarette ash that decorated the table behind my favourite coffee shop.

I was bored.  Bored and lonely, but at the same time royally tired of people.  Quite a conundrum, and so I had compromised by coming to the local coffee shop, somewhere I could have the illusion of company, but have no obligation of interaction.  I had a notion I should be doing something artistic, creative, or intellectually challenging, but really couldn't find the focus needed for any of the above.  Hence, the employment of my pencil revolved primarily around moving, removing, or otherwise worrying any stray substance found on my table, instead of inscribing anything at all on the blank pad of drawing paper at my elbow.

My brain was a fevered jumble of thoughts that defied expression, but consisted of teenage misconceptions, random emotional baggage, and a general discontent with life in general.  Nothing new to mankind, or even to myself, but it served to make me irritable and restless and generally unable to focus on anything in particular.  So I did what every bored person should do, pulled out my computer and surfed the internet.  There I found out that The Cove is still being banned from theatres in Japan, the 2005 Toyota Celica, while lighter, isn't supposed to handle as well overall as the Acura RSX, Songbirds learn their songs while they sleep, and Craigslist personals are still as lame and amusing as ever.


Flicking my pencil a final time, I gave a world-weary sigh, and glanced around for a fainting couch where I could demonstrate my disillusionment with the afternoon in general.  Finding none handy, I gave one last discontented flick with my pencil, then packed up all and sundry of my belongings which surrounded me, and with a melodramatic sigh, exited the establishment, disappearing into the billowing heat waves.


(No dictionaries were harmed in the writing of this totally random, slightly fictional, and otherwise just plain weird blog entry.)