Yawn Much

Today the Daily Post had an interesting topic, in a way…

What bores you?

It makes me wonder about the administrator behind the Daily Post and how they were feeling at the moment they came up with this prompt. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

I’ve been a storyteller for some time, and I’ve noticed that when I am bored, my brain automatically goes to plotting the details of a story I’m currently working on to pass the time. Has this ever happened to you? You get the most intense inspiration for a certain scene only to realize you missed about 80% of the conversation you were supposed to be involved in.

Only the person you’re talking with could be content talking to a picture of you painted on the wall for how much they care whether you’re actually involved in the conversation. I’ve heard them referred to as the “babbling brook” which makes me smile. But I’m partly curious to know what goes through their mind (or doesn’t) when the person across from them isn’t doing much more than wagging their head in agreement or disagreement occasionally.

What do you think? Do they hate the possibility of silence so much they must fill that void with everything and anything? Or are they more interested in hearing the sound of their own voice?

The friends that I have who are like this I used to let steamroll me in my shier days (which is probably why we became friends). Now I steamroll into the conversation or avoid them altogether. It’s not a happy solution. But it really, really bores me when a person has no interest in conversing with you but at you.

The other thing that makes me yawn much is meetings—typically because I’m forced to go to meetings with about 95% information that has no bearing on me or what I’m doing. Usually I doodle. Again, I’m the type that tries to let no moment go wasted. A benefit, I think, of being a storyteller.

So now I want to know. What bores you? And I don’t just mean ho-hum. I mean so bored you’re hoping someone calls in a bomb threat because you just can’t take it anymore—or at least close to that feeling. And do you ever have issues with babbling brooks? What do you do?

21st Century Citizen

I’m still playing catch up with life and work, so today I opted for a Daily Post prompt:

Do you belong in this day and age? Do you feel comfortable being a citizen of the 21st-century? If you do, explain why — and if you don’t, when in human history would you rather be?

I think about this fairly frequently. After reading Kati and Heidi’s fabulous Roaring ’20s post, I am a great deal tempted to have lived back then. It was an era of limitless possibilities. You had cars really coming into play, radio, movies—and then of course the dreaded Black Thursday which led into the Great Depression. I wouldn’t have wanted to live through that (not that our recent economy trends have been any bit of encouraging…)

So here’s my answer: I’m glad I was born exactly when I was born, but I still want my own TARDIS or DeLorean to visit other eras.

Cuz let’s face it. If I’d have been a 20-something in the ’20s, at best Tom Baker would have been my favorite Doctor. And any guarantee that I’d live to see Back to the Future?

And speaking of Back to the Future, how could I have possibly gone on living knowing I would have completely missed a wonderful ’80s childhood? Oh sure, you can watch all the ’80s stuff on Netflix or somewhere. You can read about it. But what about living it? Where would I be today without my Rainbow Brite doll, complete with her horse Starlight? We’re talking about Ghostbusters, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Goonies, moon boots, bright neon colors, The Cars—I could go on forever.

And let’s not forget teens in the ’90s. Grunge rock, flannel T-shirts, Empire Records (see Kate’s post on why that’s its own level of awesomeness), and the beginning of boy bands. Plus cellphones and the internet really start to come on the scene. Much like Kip, I love me some technology.

So, yeah, I’m feeling pretty darn comfortable right where I am. We’re in an age where we can be pretty much whatever we want to be, as long as we’re willing to put in the time and effort. Plus I like that there aren’t just 3 career options for me as a woman anymore (nurse, teacher, librarian).

So kudos to you 21st century!

Now where did I put that TARDIS?

What do you think? Are you loving the time you’re in? If not, when do you wish you were born?

What the Deja Vu?

I decided to go with a Daily Post prompt today and so glad I did. Here’s the prompt:

Have you ever truly felt déjà vu, the sensation that you’ve already had the experience you’re currently having?

I have deja vu a lot, but it’s really freaky because sometimes the deja vu comes from my dreams, like I already dreamed about the experience I’m having. Is that dream-ja vu?

I’ve even had dreams where I recall old dreams in the new dreams. It really makes me wish I could control them, like they do in Inception. I’ve heard you can get a bit more lucid in your dreams, but it takes some serious effort and training. Well, not as hard-core as I’m making it sound. But essentially you’ve got to first start remembering your dreams which means writing them down right after you wake—even if it’s in the middle of the night. That’s problem A for me as when I’m half asleep it’s hard for me to do anything but go back to sleep.

Once you remember your dreams well, then you have to start somehow willing yourself into them, figuring out that they are a dream. Does that make the dream collapse? Who knows? I have been semi-lucid in my dreams before, however, so I know it’s possible. I knew it was a dream and decided to take the scene in a different direction. I’ve done this more than once, but it’s still quite rare.

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