Why I Worship The God of Boredom. It’s 6:30am and I’m at it again. I’m writing this thing that you’re reading. Every morning, just as the sun is coming up, I sit down at my desk to write. I’m talking deliberate writing, with a serious expression on my face. This isn’t a game. I don’t do this out of novelty. I don’t do this for money (most of the time). I don’t even do this for fun. I do it because I have to. I do it because managers manage, doctors doctor and writers write. I do it because if I don’t write today, I will inevitably find a reason not to write tomorrow. And that’s liable to initiate a chain reaction of “tomorrows”. Sometimes, the writing process is actually one of the most boring parts of my day. And through this experience I’ve actually come to love the feeling of boredom. I worship it. I pray to the God of Boredom. Did you get that? I’ll say it again: I love being bored. And I love when people think I’m boring. This is counterintuitive. This is countercultural. Nobody wants boredom. And nobody wants to be called boring. But I … Continue reading Why I Worship The God of Boredom