One of the biggest problems today, even among all the technological advances as far as games and movies go, is boredom. We are in an age where there has never been so much to do, and it has never been so easy to be bored at the same time. We seem to have developed very short attention spans, and we want everything NOW, and we want it to be fast.
The only thing worse than being bored while you have all these things, is facing the boredom without these things. At least if you have them, you know you can do them if you want. But if they are not there, then it seems the problem is a bit worse. You are stuck, even if you feel like doing one of the activities you think is boring. I experienced this lost feeling when I moved out of my parents house into my own apartment.
I moved a little sooner than I had planned, and was only able to bring a few of the things I owned, and a few things my parents let me have. The rest was to be delivered by my brother with his truck in about four days. That left me with very little to do for amusement. I did manage to bring my Ibanez acoustic electric guitar with me, so plucking around on that was a little comforting.
I played around on it until it was boring, then put it down. I was soon staring at the walls, wondering what I could do. I did not want to go out and be talking with strangers since this was a new neighborhood for me. But I did remember I had my paint set in a box in the back room. So I spent some time drawing and painting, and soon my passion for that faded as well.
I could not think of any ways of amusing myself. Then it hit me. I actually had a creative idea. I grabbed the paint and went to a bathroom mirror. I began to artistically paint a hard rock face onto mine. I was about to create for myself, a fantasy I had, of being a rock and roll heavy metal star. After painting my face, I pulled on my old brown boots, and went back to the living room. I looked like I belonged on a heavy metal album cover.
My fantasy was underway. I went back to the living room, picked up my guitar, and slid the dyson all floors vacuum my mother gave me over in front of the only chair I had. I propped my feet up on the vacuum, began wailing away on my guitar, and pretended I was live in concert. I was lost in a pool of creativity for hours.
Over the course of the next couple of days, I actually wrote five good songs that I still play to this day. And people love them. It is amazing what some alone time and a little creativity can bring out of a person. Through this small bit of discovery, I have found a new way of entertaining myself, and it helps me later on to entertain others as well.
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