Terminal Boredom can be defined as the
state of mind wherein the lack of
motivation to do anything at all results in, well, bad stuff happening.
There are moments in everyone's
life when there is just nothing to do. One wonders and looks around at the greyness that has pervaded
life in general. One studies the
ceiling. One studies, possibly, the
floor and, consecutively, the walls. One idly wonders whether raising one's arm to scratch one's hair would, well, make
sense. Then, suddenly, a
thought sparks in the
darkness that has taken over your
mind.
But.
A
good thought? Or a
bad thought? It simply doesn't matter, because while in a state of
Terminal Boredom,
anything will seem a plausible excuse to stop counting the tiles on the floor.
It is my opinion that Terminal Boredom, rather than, let's say, money, is the Root of all Evil.
Terminal Boredom can be directly or indirectly held responsible for:
suicide,
adultery,
alcoholism and
substance abuse in general, petty
theft,
vandalism,
self-mutilation, setting
homeless people on
fire, the art of
Christo, the
Pet Shop Boys, the
aggression of 99% of rioters in almost any
riot, and the
presidency of
George W. Bush.