Lost: My Imagination

Remember when boredom was a rare occurrence? When there was nothing to do, we would have some of our greatest adventures. Yeah, I miss that.

I’m sitting at my desk. I have nothing to do. I’ve checked all the usual blogs and websites that get me through my day, but it’s only 10am. Boredom has overcome me and I am going into a zombie-like state. My brain is devoid of any notable activity. This isn’t good.

There was a time when I would come up with some pretty exciting time-wasters. My question now is this: is this lack of imagination the effect of my physical surroundings or as I’ve gotten older have I lost touch with the creativity I once prided myself on?

My surroundings are these: cubicle, computer, hundreds of files, a phone, and the usual desk “trinkets.” There is nothing interesting going on. It’s almost eerily quiet today. My case for my surroundings.

But, what if it is more of a personal problem? The thought is scary to me. I was such an imaginative little kid. Where could that kid have gone?!

One time when I was 6 or 7 I was “kicked out” of my sister Shannon’s room while Lisa and her played Nintendo. Being the little sister I was, I decided to pester them by sitting right outside the doorway - I wasn’t in the room anymore, so it didn’t “count.” While I was sitting there I started looking around for things to play with. I found a bobby pin so I picked it up and started messing with it. It fit into the door lock nicely and I began thinking, where else could this thing with two prongs fit? "Oh I know… the electrical socket." So I carried the bobby pin into my bedroom. I spaced the prongs out perfectly with my fingers so it would fit in the two holes. I started getting closer, closer, closer… Right at the last minute I realized what I was doing. As soon as the bobby pin made it in the two holes I jumped back so that only some of the sparks touched me. My hair was sticking up, my fingers were burnt and I was still a little “jumpy,” but I had made it.

See how creative I used to be? Perhaps the electric shock fried my brain, literally. Its adverse affect only to show up now, 18 years later. My case for my loss of creativity.

All I can do is hope my imagination reappears sometime. It would definitely help with my boredom at work. Let me know if you see my imagination in some dark alley, or in a hospital, laid up from illness. Let it know you will take it to its home. Then call me asap and I will come by to pick it up. That is if I can fight off this boredom long enough.

It’s only 11am!