P’s discovered boredom—and she doesn’t hesitate to let us know it. We tell her we’re going grocery shopping. “Ugh. It’s so BORING.” We tell her it’s time to brush her teeth. “That’s BORING.”
It makes us a little crazy—because we’re bored too.
I don’t need to tell you about all the mundane, day-to-day, bullshit that fills our waking hours. You know exactly what I mean. And what do we, as adults, do about all the boring crap in our lives?
Not much. Most of the time, we’re staring at our phones like zombies.
Nobody told us growing up would be so monotonous. Nobody told us that eight hours “for us” between work and sleep would be consumed by commuting and chores. Nobody prepared us for an entire universe of interesting—if not sensationally banal—information in the palm of our hands.
I don’t want my kid to grow up thinking tiny screens cure boredom.
The opposite is true. Tiny screens entrench boredom.
Time is all we’ve got. Let’s use it.
Next time my kid says, “I’m bored”, I want her to pick up a book or make something—and that means next time I’m bored, I need to pick up a book or make something.
Habits aren’t really boring; just bad habits.