I am the most boring person I know. Seriously. Here is an overview of a typical day in my life: I get up at 7:00, I get ready and go to work, I work, I leave work at 5:00 and come home, I read until 6:00, I make dinner and eat, I read some more and maybe do laundry or watch some TV, I get ready for bed and I go to sleep at 11:00. And of course I talk to my husband in there, but really, that’s about it. The weekends vary, of course, but still, it’s a pretty staid existence, all in all.
Tonight some people from work are going out and invited me along, but all I can think is that I won’t get home until late and I’ll have to shower because I’ll stink from the bar and then I’ll be tired tomorrow. See how boring that is? It’s been four years since I graduated college, not forty. How did I get this boring so quickly?
I swear I’ve got some sort of social phobia. I hate going out. I usually have a good time once I’m out, but the getting there is the hard part. And I know if I don’t go out with them tonight, tomorrow they’ll all be talking about something hilarious that happened and saying, “You should’ve been there.” Will I go out tonight? Chances are pretty slim. I do have to do laundry, you know.
Boring, boring, boring? Why woud you do that to yourself and husband? What have you forgotten or refuse to remember: Is it the smile you once gave so readily, the laff that burst out so innocently, the stars that glittered in your eyes when you though of his name. Whose the blame when we forget, put aside or let them become a faded memory. Look into yourself for the freedom to be, that is the only way you will feel anything.
You complain of boring when you offer no answer, you only offer fear to live. What have you brought to the table in your marriage? If it’s as you say boring, then why do you not think of the one you said I do for. When one wallows in despair it is because they love to not do what they should be doing.
Blame yourself for craving boredom like it is an aphrodisiac for doing nothing and since when can you not enjoy doing nothing with someone you love. You talk of friends yet you leave your best friend home. You like being boring, it is your excuse to not share or make your man happy, it is a reason for you to count the hours of the day to complain about something that you love so well