Cure/Care for Boredom Anyone?

Boredom. It kills. In my case, it kills the spirit, the soul, my motives in life, crazy thoughts etc... And just the thought of being bored makes it even more boring. This is what I was telling my officemate/childhood friend/schoolmate the other day when both of us, to all intents and purposes, had nothing to do besides doing nothing in the office. This is true as you dart to and fro and nowhere to go.

So, how does anyone beat boredom in the face of a world filled with melancholia? Drink beer? Yawn. Send a friend a text message? Nah. A haircut? Hmm. A new book? Phu. Invite Jonas for a few drinks? Whatever. Watch a movie? Check. Buy a couple ‘a National Geographics? Check!

And so, later that day I headed to the nearest mall just around the corner from the office, and finally saw the movie National Treasure: Book of Secrets. Well, I have always watched Nicholas Cage films anyway, and this is the sequel in which he, rumor has it earned $20 million big ones, and since I am a fan of adventure movies ala Indiana Jones and History itself, I simply had to check it out. Plus the fact that I bought an old issue of National Geographic Magazine with the life of Benjamin Franklin, one of the founding fathers of the 13 original colonies as the main feature story just a few months back.

Anyway, I noticed that seldom does anyone go to the movies anymore, especially at least because of the advent of pirated DVDs. In my case the lady from the treasury department who hawks pirated DVDs just downstairs by the employee's entrance had no copy of it yet (National Treasure), therefore rendering me helpless as to, well, go to the real movie house. Which, by any standards, is a better thing to do; what with a huge Whopper in one hand and an Extra Large Coke on the other gives a feeling of nostalgia from days when cinemas ruled the earth.

Also, there's nothing wrong with having an extra popcorn just in case hunger comes knocking in the middle of the film; good movies always make one cringe and grab for more tasty, delicious, poisonous MSGs. Whoever invented the formula for Coca-Cola is the most genius person who ever roamed the face of the planet. What's life without Coke anyway?

By-and-by, in the evening back in my place, I even felt better, felt happier, of what I accomplished for the day; the the subsequent events of the evening. And that’s 1) Watching a good movie, and 2) Buying more National Geographic Magazines to add to my existing line-up of good ole’ copies (late 20’s to present day copies). To cap the night off, I read my recent purchase—enjoying those good ole’ ads to great stories of men, women, nature, how the world has changed, and stories (and photos) only the National Geographic can give a simple guy like me.

But I have to admit those fastfood stuff didn't really stuff me much. So I grabbed some leftover Queso de Bola from the ref from the Christmas Eve party a long time ago. Then just before midnight I learned to play G n' R's Welcome to the Jungle better from Guitar Hero at the Playstation. I'm kidding; I slept.