She figured that it was a privilege to be bored. Most people could only dream of having nothing to do and yet there she was, miserable. No, not miserable, just terribly bored. She wanted to write, she really wanted to write but she had nothing to write about. A jog was what she needed, a light jog to get her energy up and mind awake.
“I’m going out for a run!” She told her family as she walked out the door. She heard her father mutter, “Why does she bother staying in shape when she doesn’t have a boyfriend?”
A boyfriend. Is that what she wanted? The idea was certainly appealing but she wrestled with the practicalities of a relationship. She just wasn’t ready to be there for someone in that intense and committed of a way. It would be nice to be held, though, and loved without a familial caveat. Would holding hands and sharing ice cream with a boy cure her of her boredom? Perhaps at first but then the days and the dates would just blend into each other again and then she would get bored of him. She just wasn’t ready.
She ran slower and tried to absorb her surroundings. It was the same old park with the same old people on the same old Tuesday afternoon. It was a lovely park though, now that she had stopped to admire it. She stopped admiring things long ago around, the same time she came up with a medical term- bittersweet contentedness. Bittersweet contentedness- when the same old days would swirl into each other and form a massive gray spot in your life, and you just had to be content with it. Everybody experienced it, just in varying degrees. Some people run off to Europe to deal with it, others rush to start families. A mid-life crisis doesn’t arise from life suddenly becoming boring; it comes from the realization that you’ve been content with life for too many years.
She looked up at the sky and it was such a beautiful blue, unlike the overcast days she was used to. She usually treated her theory of bittersweet contentedness casually, as if it were a force that she was only aware of. Now, looking at all the lovely average people under the blue sky, she realized that they all felt it too. She turned her heel and started to run back home, she knew what she had to write about.