Boredom

A good way to start my maiden voyage into writerdom. A post about boredom. Well, we all know the definition of boredom to be...boring. A sense of wanting to do something yet not knowing what to do. Albeit as it may, I am nonetheless bored.

Today was my first day back to work since my normal two day vacation. I drove to work sleepily as I do most mornings, bright sun hitting my sleep squinted eyes and the local radio show on the air. I reached for my half emptied pack of Marlboro's and something on the radio caught my ears. It was a skit that the morning show does every Thursday as a joke on the general public. Whether or not the skit was really done in the vicinity of the public or not is known only to them but the skit took me aback as I listened to them divulge in their antics.

The skit involved one of the radio producers dressing up as a homeless man and standing on a an overpass begging for money. The producer was heard from the crackling of a cell phone stopping motorists and talking to them. Every now and then, some of the motorists could be heard in the background talking to the producer giving him money. But the joke wasn't on the good samaritan types. It was on the radical assholes that seem to prey in our cities worse than the vermin that inhabit our city sewers. Bear in mind, its like I said, I don't know if the skit was actually real or not being as it is radio. The producer shouted curses and insults worse than anything that I would deem "appropriate" for radio. And this is where I say that our society is turning around on its maturity.

I see the world as one mass of people throwing their fists into the air. Our next generation gullible attitudes have turned us into scapegoats of the what we would consider intelligent civilization and it sickens me. I sometimes think what would happen if I were to write congress on and try to get a bill passed stating that "All idiots deserve to be fined 5 dollars everytime they perform an idiotic act"

Then I realize that we would all be broke. Even me.