Batman of Boredom
You know, how as a kid, how much fun it was when your parents took you along with them to visit their relatives, living in houses where there were only adults and no kids.Big empty houses devoid of any interesting things, colorful books, or even an interesting open window.
Yeah, you must be one really big freak if you enjoyed that.
I was terrified of such places-being there, sitting uncomfortably in close proximity of the adults -yakkity yakking -talking masochistically about boring subjects-pleasantries,problems and politics.
Dude! I’m 8 years old-I don’t care who gets elected next -just bring out some toys dammit…even a colorful book with plenty of pictures will do!
Some of these houses were devoid of books, magazines, or even newspapers.At least have a puppy or a kitten that I can play with…puh-leeze!
Even when I was eight, I quickly categorized these people as the ‘living-dead’ People with no books in their houses were shallow cardboard people to me.
People who could not offer a single toy to a bored kid were just not people I would ever care about in the future.
It was how kids were taught about the penal systems.
My parents tricked me into reading at an early age.They basically stopped my night time stories, and informed me that if I wanted stories, I would have to read them myself. I think I was three years old.
Soon I was reading all the time, or at least whenever I was not playing with my friends.
The next thing my parents did was stop buying me books.
I was now enrolled in a circulating libarary, the books of which I had to pay with my recently commisioned weekly but meagre allowance.
First they forced me into literacy, and then they made me financially conscious.
And by giving me a meagre allowance(which according to them I didn’t deserve as I paid no rent nor for the utilities), they would pound some character into me, whether I wanted it or not.
It was tough love I tell ya! Tough as nails.
So, thats when I negotiated with my parents that I would accompany them to the land of the ‘living-dead’ if only I was allowed to carry a book of my choice.
Having book with me became a regular habit and I did it everywhere:houses,weddings,parties – almost everywhere it was not kid friendly.
Flashforward twenty years…
The obsession with not being bored persisted throughout my life.
Books, newspapers, diaries and journals to jot down stuff can be found hidden in various safe places.
My laptop, my cell phone, my tablet, my ebook reader- are now filled with books, manga, comics, movies, interesting clips apart from having internet access, and apps and games.They are all backed up on my 3 HDDs, all separately kept , to prevent a comprehensive loss.
There are always multiple redundancies planned, multiple backups -and I’m always prepared, much like Batman.
I think I have become the Batman of Boredom.
But being Batman of Boredom is not always good.
I’m now forever stuck in the the preparatory stage-of preparing to being not bored!
Collecting stuff that I think will educate, entertain and enlighten me, and storing it in multiple places and formats, and somewhere along the line, I have started storing more, and consuming less, and turned into a hoarder of anti-boredom tools.
When I stop and think about it, I have more stuff than I can ever experience, and that makes me sad.
Batman of Boredom stinks-he reeks of Eau de OCD.
Batman might be cool from the outside, but his central theme is a perpetual state of unhappiness.
So, when you think about it, Being Batman of Boredom is living as a paranoid experient rejective.
And thats not what I want to be.
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Sat, 18 Jan 2014 17:29 UTC