What to do with boredom

Like the title says, I can’t figure out what to do with boredom. Sometimes I can feel bored despite doing something – writing an article for the paper, reading facebook, playing games. Boredom isn’t the feeling of having nothing to do, I guess. It’s the feeling of being tired of what you’re doing. Like, even writing this now, I feel kind of bored.

Weekly posts are great and I like doing them. But feeling like it’s an elephant in the room – the thing I need to do in order to make my week complete – gets kind of onerous. I don’t know what to write half the time! I’m also writing 1,000-3,000 word articles for the paper some weeks, and sometimes I do two or three of those. It’s no wonder I don’t get much written on Claudia Syndrome! With all of my writing energy going to the articles on the paper, it gets difficult to get the energy to write these things.

But, that’s another topic of conversation. This week, it’s about being bored with what I’m doing. I gotta tell you, it feels like I’m defeating myself when I get too bored to do what I need to do. Maybe part of it is that apathy I wrote about a few weeks back. I don’t know. I’m tired of being bored. I WANT to do things I want to do! I know that doesn’t make sense, but I want to get back to writing fanfics. I have several ideas in my head, but I don’t have anyone to bounce them off of. I hate it.

Sigh. I guess I’ll get back to being bored, then.


Complimentary activities

There’s nothing like writing a scene that takes place in a restaurant while watching the Food Network.

Now that I’m determined to actually finish writing this book, I’m finding that writing isn’t as daunting as I feared. It helps when my thinking distraction helps to set the mood of the scene!

However, it’s difficult to write a character with a skillset I don’t have. To that end, in order to make Corinne convincing as a programmer, I hope to learn C++ on at least a basic level.

It’s going to be busy, but I look forward to it!


I’m not normally the type of person to hate Mondays. For much of my working life so far, my work week has been variable and so Monday meant as little to me as Wednesday. However, now that I have a job with a weekend and a Monday start, I can kind of understand that sentiment. Even so, it was a day, and I can do what I need to.

Unless, of course, I catch a sinus cold over the weekend. Now the article I have to write is fighting me tooth and nail while the rain pounds outside. I write a sentence, maybe two, before having to take a break and do something else until I can wrangle the words into order again.

Ironically, this little piece is taking me much less effort to write.

Why, brain? Why do you hate me so?

Why must it be Monday?

Ideas, ideas, ideas…

This week has been fruitful for the plot bunnies. A plot came to me in a dream, as cliche as it sounds. While I doubt the story will start with opening a door in the sky in Minecraft, as the dream did, it will feature the main idea from the dream.

Imagine that you wake up in a house, a mansion, with no memory of arriving there. As you walk the halls, you notice that the walls are all brick. You see one with the name Victor, but that means nothing to you, so you move on.

In the dining room, which has a lavish breakfast full of all of your favorites, you find a note next to the only plate. “Within these walls lies a brick with your name. Find it and gain an inexhaustible fortune. If you fail, you will die here.”

As the days pass, you find yourself wanting for nothing. Entertainment is provided in the manner of your choosing – television, books, magazines, even single-player video games. Even socialization is possible, though limited to letters sent to an anonymous individual who responds.

Theoretically, you could live here, but you want your freedom. How long does it take for the madness to creep in? Will you ever find your name, or will you be consumed by the thought?

Serious Stuff

Okay, so after taking a while to think on what’s happening in the United States, I’ve come to a conclusion:

Both the left and the right are correct in their interpretations of the First Amendment.

For the left: The first amendment doesn’t allow speech that could cause harm. Marching down the street with torches calling for violence? Yeah, that causes harm. Don’t do that.

For the right: The government cannot interfere with your right to say what you want. So yeah, say blacks are inferior or gays can’t marry or whatever. I may not like it, but I’ll defend your right to say it.

I’ve heard some say that if we censor this speech, we’re paving the way to the elimination of the First Amendment entirely. I’m calling BS on that. For one, we’re not calling for all speech to be punished. We’re only calling for the speech that incites riots and violence against marginalized groups to be censored.

Secondly, we have more than two hundred years of judicial precedence to show that the first amendment is alive and kicking. Sure, we may not agree with some interpretations of it, but it’s in no danger. Not even a executive order can eliminate that right, as Trump found when his executive orders were challenged in court.

By all means, stand up to racism. The first amendment only says that the GOVERNMENT can’t censor speech. We the people, as a civic body, bloody well CAN censor speech we deem inappropriate. The government can’t throw you in jail for calling blacks inferior, but we WILL call you out and shame you for it.

Poetic thought

I have a short, poetic thought that occurred to me as Facebook notified me about my birthday tomorrow.

Today is the last day of my 20s. Tomorrow is the first day of my 30s.

Now excuse me while I have an existential crisis.


These past two months have been both the best and the worst in my adult life. They are the best because the major source of stress in my life has been lifted. However, they are the worst because another source of anxiety has taken its place. Now, I have to worry about healthcare.

First, I did qualify for subsidies on the health care exchanges, which is great! Now, though, I need to provide documentation of my current income and of my loss of previous coverage. In theory, I should be able to use my last Walmart check stub, but I don’t know where to go about getting it without my social anxiety kicking in. My brain knows the process I should follow – call to have the printout ready, make a time to pick it up, scan, send.

However, I still have mixed feelings about Walmart. I feel shame because I let them break me and drive me away – their goal for some time, I’m sure. I’m ashamed because I let them win. It took several weeks before I could even stand to go in there, even, and I’m back to shopping. But, that’s all as a customer. This would be interaction as a former employee. I’m balking because I’m afraid, both on an anxiety and on a personal level.

I’m also wondering how I should go about getting proof of my loss of coverage. Perhaps I was already sent the notice? If so, there’s a real possibility that I misplaced it or threw it away as spam. In that case, I would have to contact the insurance company in order to get a copy of the end of my health coverage. How long will that take?

In the meantime, I have prescriptions that I can’t fill. Not because I don’t have them, but because I simply can’t afford them. I’m rationing my remaining medication until I can, hopefully, scrounge up the money to fill the most important, but whether I will be able to is up in the air.

In short – reality is far from ideal, and our health care system sucks.