There are many things I refuse to stand for in the world — violence, sexism, plastic food, clowns — but there is one thing that boils my tea kettle almost more than anything else.
First, let me tell you a little story. When I was in 3rd grade, my classmates were all about using the word bored. We were bored of multiplication tables, of the boys in our class, of having to play dodge ball day in and day out. Bored, bored, bored.
And Ms. Orr — bless her heart — stood up one day and said, “Have you read every book in the world? Have you tried every hobby? Learned every language? Traveled the world? No? Then there is no way for you to ever be bored.”
I tell you it was the epiphany of all epiphanies, and blew my little 3rd grade mind right out of the water. I’m sure what she really wanted to say was, “Bored? You’re 9-years-old. I don’t get paid enough for this nonsense. Man, I should have been zookeeper.” Well Ms. Orr I’m glad you did not become a lion tamer because your wise words have stuck with me until this day.
Today, whenever someone says the word “bored” it is like nails on the chalkboard I call life. And such begins my own rant, “Have you read all the best novels ever written? Have you ever written anything? Do you play an instrument? Have you done anything on your bucket list?” The poor person never stands a chance after that.
But it leads me to my main cause, banning the word bored. Because in reality, how is it even possible to be bored or find something boring? Sure, things might not be to your taste, but slapping on the label “boring” means you see no value whatsoever in this piece/book/experience. And that is just rude.
In the end, it is up to you to make your life interesting; to try a new recipe or start freelance or explore a new city or explore the corners of your own city. The second you stop using the b-word, I promise your life will start looking up ten fold.
So what do you say, are you on board to ban the bored with me?