STRESS vs. BOREDOM

I'm aware that I talk a lot of sh!t... I am. A great deal of what I say is purely to get a reaction and start a spirited debate (read argument) because I think they're fun. And the less meaningful and arbitrary the debate, generally the better, because that way nobody gets hurt. I don't want to tell people that their beliefs are just as meaningful and valid as an abiding worship of Santa Claus to me. I don't really even want to challenge people in the face of ignorant social or political standpoints (okay, that's a lie). Though seriously, for me, it's all in the name if fun. I don't actually get upset, I may act out but that's just my nature.

Anyway, the point all of this is actually very different from the one I seem to be making. Once upon a time a stated that there is nothing worse for me than mediocrity. I would rather have big ups and big downs. And there is nothing worse for me than boredom, "may you live in interesting times" is supposed to be a curse but to me it is the greatest of all blessings. I'd rather be dodging bullets than sitting watching the grass grow. I think it might be a result of my age and excess testosterone (Mr Sharpe keeps telling me how masculine I am), but I blame TV. As a child I was led to believe that there would be baddies for me to chase and girls for me to rescue. Bullets would whizz and whine around my head but I would never receive a wound that would actually hinder me, it would simply leave an attractive and manly scar. I know this about myself now because Monday and Tuesday were incredibly tedious, and Wednesday was mayhem. Granted there were no bullets whizzing (and just 1 or 2 people whining), but the deadline was insane and the panic was palpable. And do you know what? There are actually very few activities that are more fun. I was, in fact, not talking sh!t.