Most folks have no idea how hazardous boredom can be.
Because they’re mostly head down – arse up, Jo/sephine Average hums through life at a predictable pace, seldom contemplating their level of detachment from the very reality they have conjured to survive in.
This precariously mundane approach to living sans full speed ahead leads to thick skins and is usually accompanied by an “I do what I can” demeanor which quietly creates a predilection to accepting existence without ever questioning how anyone might invoke their unique capacity to create a better world.
Without fail though, one day everything flips upside down and normal becomes abnormal and we are struck with an incredible impulse to climb uncharted mountains and because loads of folks are so far away from the sort of peaked pikes
Capable of providing the thrills and spills required by Monotony Man, the nearest
Casino / whorehouse / gang will suffice and before anyone can say hey Jack
You better get back a pile of wagers / compromises / bad tats will have
Attached themselves to pally’s existence. Now when dude
Awakens each morning the juice that once upon a time
Initiated yawns now dredges thoughts preceded
By the gut wrenching phrase “no, no, no…”
Which of course is muttered with our
Inside voice because if this stuff
Gets out for anyone to see
It will be evident that
Whatever our load
Was before this
It was far too
Little for one
Person to carry.
Thank you, friend.