Boring is as boring does?

Are only boring people bored, or is boredom the origin of creativity?

Boring people… boring to who? whom?

I know a gal that I used to liken the conversational experience of her as “talking to a closed door”. Imagine my shock when I heard later on that she was one of those people with an alter ego. It was not that I was not worth her time but that she was busy on “inside of her mind”. It was my error. Not hers. I have learned that boredom lies within ones own dullard-ness.

What I saw was this curtained door.

But what existed is many many doors. Opened .

For me… I have never had enough time in any given day for years and years and years to have the chance or luxury to be bored. On occasion though I will take a bathrobe day.