Sometimes, albeit not too often, I get bored with the way I think. Does that ever happen to you? Do you ever get bored with what you think about or how you tend to think about it?
I’m not sure why at times I am bored with the familiarity of what I think about or how I think about it, while at other times, I don’t feel that way. So, it makes me wonder why do I feel about it the way I do one time and why, at another time, I feel differently about it.
One of the words I've noticed I use to describe this is boredom. What does that tell me? Is that a clue? I wonder, is boredom a kind of soil, out of which something can grow, at a later time?
