I'm Bored

Before I started this blog entry, I was doing my brain games.  You know us old people we need to keep the brain circuits going or they wilt away. For some reason sitting in a chair watching whatever is on the TV while someone spoon feeds me veggies is not that appealing to me.  I know it will come one day but I am motivated to keep that from happening as long as I can.

 

Anyway while I was doing my brain games, I was thinking about something I would write in the blog.  Trying to get the concept right in my head.  It was getting there where I could put into words, but not quite blog material.  One thing I noticed after playing my brain games was that I actually did better on them.  I wonder why that was the case.

 

After all conventional wisdom says I should focus on the games so I can do better.  But I think that was the problem the whole time.  Being focused lead to part of my brain being bored.  You know how things when its boredom, finds something to keep itself enterained.  Usually some kind of mischef.  I think by giving that part of my brain something to do in trying to decide how to write the blog entry, it allowed the part of my brain that was needed to do the brain games to not be distracted by the part of my brain that was bored.  I don't know if that is true or not.  But its a theory.

 

Anyway what I was going to write about was trying to put words to something that disgusts me.  Well maybe disgusts is too harsh of a word.  Maybe a better word would be counterindicated.  Borrow a word from the medical terminology.  Because this thing brings out the worse in me at times.  The problem was that I couldn't quite find the right words to describe this "thing".

 

Sure I could use some stereotypes to simplify my writing of this thing.  Which would make this blog entry a lot more easier, but for someone trying to understand themselves that isn't such a hot idea.  Leave the stereotypes for the lazy writers and writers looking to prop up their self esteem.  But anyway I would almost get a handle on it and then it would slip away.  Maybe it cannot be verbalized at all.

 

Will more to the point it cannot be completely verbalized.  That it comes from a part of my brain that words are a mystery.  I sometimes think my brain is a collection of different people that speak a different language.  That the part of my brain that is self-aware is like the foreman of all these people trying to make sense of the babble.  Some of the babble does makes sense, in time and with patience some of the babble does make sense in a way and some of it is gibberish no matter how hard I try to understand it.  But I wonder if that is the reason why I find myself withdrawing from people.

 

It is not so much that people scare or disgust me like they used to do, but its because I am trying to make sense of that babble in my head.  Something that has been lacking in my life.  That it is really a case of "All circuits are busy" in my head that I don't have the time or inclination of making sense of other people.  Well it sounds good right now.

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Comments (11)

  1. jaageet

    For an old person, you come across as quite well-stacked – intellectually speaking. I have a 92 year-old aunt (actually, she is not my real blood-aunt) who keeps her brain circuits firing trading in the stock market. She’s a miser and keep asking me for info instead of opening an account at Morningstar. She pours over the stock sheets of the Wall Street Journal every morning.

    May 17, 2017
    1. notathoughtgiven

      Thank you for telling me that. Now I understand. How old do you think I am by the way?

      May 17, 2017
      1. jaageet

        I thought I replied but it has disappeared. Anyway, I said that I hope you are 92 because younger folks are not worth much these days. As for your brain games, you believe that your brain is doing the thinking. This is not true.

        May 17, 2017
        1. notathoughtgiven

          What do you believe is doing the thinking and why?

          May 17, 2017
      2. jaageet

        Wow. You are really smart. None of the dumbasses here (who pride themselves as sharp thinkers) I talked to even asked this obvious question. You know why? They cannot imagine anything but the brain doing the thinking. Conventional wisdom is the mother of boredom because its logic circuits are close-looped. Intelligence is the key to boredom dissipation because it’s limitlessly open-ended. To answer your question, I don’t know what is doing the thinking and why thinking even exists. But I do know that it has nothing to do with the brain. I am excited by your question. A smarter question would have been: “Why do you believe that thinking is not done by the brain?” The reason is because the brain is an accepted thinking machine. What is the basis of this conclusion? What is the relationship between the brain and thinking? One is a biological organ and the other is thought which is an idea, a metaphor. By the way, intelligence doesn’t come from the brain either. Bored yet?

        May 17, 2017
  2. scarletts_letters

    Reminds me of trying to explain how it’s not possible for something to exist before it has something and sometime to be in.

    May 19, 2017
    1. notathoughtgiven

      Sounds like an chicken or egg paradox.

      June 01, 2017
      1. scarletts_letters

        That’s a good answer to that chicken and the egg – which came first – a singularity!

        June 01, 2017
        1. notathoughtgiven

          What created the singularity?

          June 02, 2017
          1. scarletts_letters

            The everythings!

            June 14, 2017
            1. notathoughtgiven

              But if you have everything then why create something?

              June 19, 2017