Boredom
We are all quite bored.
The delightful excesses of the Christmas season are over, and it’s back to business as usual. Mrs L and Mrs S have both decided it might be fun to have some foreign students live with them. They imagine they both will be frightfully ‘Dead Poets Society,’ and meld young minds into a new world order, or some such tosh.
A Tedious Acquaintance who has always been frightfully earnest, has made me her New Year project, and decided I should do some charity work. Despite my protestations, she has added my number to the Breast Cancer Awareness database, and I am getting regular calls asking if I would like to donate my time to help them. I would not. I do not suit pink at all.
Nonetheless, what should I do this year?
Charity work is boring and pointless; I have seen starving African orphans on television my entire life and don’t care anymore (if I ever did), and don’t want foreign students cluttering up my house. I idly thought of having a baby, or maybe getting a dog, but Mr Smith isn’t keen on either (actually, I think he was more keen on the dog idea).
I am now thinking of doing an arty evening class, or a paper at university. I’m leaning more towards the university idea. It sounds like it could be fun.
6 comments:
I have a similar dilemma, I'm horribly bored...I don't have time for charity work because last year I got horribly bored and started my masters...I have this problem around this time every year, I'd wait until half way through February when life is back to normal and you realise that actually you're quite content. But if I were you...do the university thing arty evening classes are very middle-aged housewife-esque.
Write a book!
Anyone who can produce a sucessful blog can turn out a novel!
And unlike university, you won't have anoying young upstarts around. Or wimmin proud of their body hair and lack of style...
OMG, Mrs Smith you are one of those housewives. How uncouth. I now feel rather unclean promoting your blog.
Do what other bored housewives do then, join the gym, get a personal trainer and start shagging him/her. Meet up for coffee with the silliest people you know and then go home and write about it.
Failing that, go stalk Mr Smith and make sure he's not having an affair with his secretary.
Tee hee, Cactus. I am sure your discomfort will only get worse. I also went to private schools. Anyway, didn't my link replace some depressed leftie? I would still say my link is a step up in the right direction.
Yes to all.
Go adopt an African Baby, it's all the rage these days...
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