Boring

Being bored is a state of mind. What one person think is boring can be interesting to another person. For instance, my step-dad can talk for hours upon hours, drone on and on. I swear, he would keep me on the phone for 2 hours at a time, with him just talking. He was a constant talker. I think he missed his calling to be a preacher or at least a teacher. He would have made a good one because he loves to talk. Yet, for his kids we get bored the first hour of him talking and blabbing. There were times, I had to use the restroom in the middle of him blabbing and I used to get up, use the restroom, come back and he was still blabbing. I have a brain injury so I don’t remember very much of our conversations, but I know they were about rolling stone magazine because he loved that magazine.

He also used to talk about his job a lot. He used to work as a psych tech at a hospital. He would play guitar there and watch over the patients and make sure, everyone was good. Some of that conversation got pretty boring. When, I got tired of it. I used to tell him I have someone on the other line. So, he would hang up and stop talking. The first 30 minutes, to an hour is good beyond that, it starts getting boring. I zone out when he is constantly blabbing. Thank you for reading. Have a great night.