Boredom or Mono?

I know what Wayne Campbell was talking about when he said he thought he had mono for a year but it turned out he was just really bored. Most of the time I wish I could fall asleep in an instant and dream through the boring moments. At least my dreams are more interesting. Too bad I couldn't just go into a coma and wait it out. But I suppose that wouldn't work since you have to create your own fun. Man, I grew up in an isolated northern town and I've never been as bored as I am in Vancouver.

Sometimes I think about stopping and chatting with the people who ask me for change. You know, ask them their story. I don't have any money to give them since I'm presently unemployed but maybe they wouldn't mind having someone to shoot the shit with. I could definitely stand to shoot some shit with someone other than my boyfriend. I suppose I could afford to take them for a coffee and chat out of the rain. Maybe next time that guy tells me he's gathering some food items together I'll ask him what's up.

I should really work on learning to approach people. Hopefully once I find a job I'll be interacting with the people. My problem is that I hate small talk. I hate all the stupid useless questions that people ask each other. "Hi, how ya doin'?" "Nice weather we're having." "Blah blah blah." I'd rather just launch into a real conversation with passions, emotions, ideas and such flying everywhere. Half the time people don't even wait for the expected "oh, I'm good" or whatever they use as their standard wall they've built to hide themselves. It's like you really have to know someone to give them a real answer. If they're not your best friend you've given them too much information.

Having said that, I've become the queen shut-in. I offer nothing to those I barely interact with. I hardly even look people in the eye anymore. I think I do it subconsciously to avoid mundane chatter. I even speak quietly with few words as though to signal how difficult it will be to talk with me. I know I will have to get through countless conversations filled with small talk until I finally meet someone who intrigues me. Maybe I shouldn't have taken all those psychedelic drugs in high school and college. Maybe then the norm wouldn't be so damn boring to me.

Oh well. Too late now. I guess the next step will be to make a point of looking people in the eye. Not smoking the bud all the time should help with this step. Then a job. With a job will come money. With money, concerts and trips to the comic shop will be afforded. I can talk to the people at the comic store, although they'd probably think I was weird if I asked them to go for coffee.