Why Am I So Bored Lately?
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You're not bored. You're addicted.
Lately, I’ve been feeling it. That dull hum beneath the surface. The kind subtly ringing through the scrolls, the silences, the scattered half-thoughts. I’ve been bored. “I-have-nothing-to-do” bored. Restless. Possessed by nothingness.
I was lying there, doomscrolling again, while my brain invented stories, obsessions, futures that never existed. I vaguely wanted to crochet but somehow even that felt flat. I thought about doing prepping for an upcoming talk, something I know I’m excited about, but I couldn’t bring myself to open the slides. Instead, I found myself reaching for distractions. Again. And again.
Even writing, which is supposed to be the one place I feel most myself, was just… scattered. I have so many half-thoughts sitting in my drafts, none of them going anywhere. No thread. No spark.
So I’ve come to a soft theory: Boredom is a symptom.
But a symptom of what, exactly?
It might be a symptom of disconnection.
When I’m deeply connected to my passions, to play, to people, I don’t feel bored. I feel alive. Curious. Present.
But when I disconnect from those things, when I stop tending to the garden of what brings me joy, the ground starts to dry. And in that dryness, boredom blooms. It’s not that the things I love stopped being interesting. It’s that I stopped showing up for them. And the less I show up, the less I feel anything at all. I used to think passions were self-sustaining. But now, even the things you love will feel dead if you stop feeding them.
It might be a symptom of excess.
Too much stimulation. Too many tabs open. Too many half-finished thoughts and dopamine hits. A mind flooded with more than it can process. Eventually, that flood drowns everything meaningful. And what’s left is a flatness. A greyness. You’re not under-stimulated, you’re over-saturated. It might even be where addiction starts. Because when you feel that drift, when you’re no longer home in your body, your joy, your presence, you start looking for something else to root into. Something easier. Faster. Numbing.
Maybe you start scrolling. You obsess over someone. You refresh apps. You chase a feeling that never quite arrives. And when you find something that distracts you, that gives temporary relief from yourself. Then you cling to it. That’s how addiction begins. From escape.
And the irony? The more you chase those addictive loops, the more bored you become. Because addiction doesn’t cure boredom, it deepens it. And when you’re bored… you’re less creative.
This is the part that hurts the most. Because when your mind is hijacked by negative loops and hollow distractions, you stop noticing the joy in the mundane. And creativity — the spark, the play, the reach for something beyond — quietly disappears. You no longer feel wonder. You no longer feel moved. You become less curious, less inspired, less alive.
And I think that’s what boredom really is. The absence of aliveness.
So what now?
I don’t have a tidy conclusion. No 5-step solution. But I’m learning that boredom isn’t something to fear. It’s something to listen to. It says you’ve left yourself. Something inside you needs tending. Come home. And maybe, just maybe, if I can catch myself in that moment, if I can pause before reaching for another fix, I can ask myself instead, "Why am I so bored lately?"
Hence it led to this. Me finally writing. So now, if you don't mind, I have some work to do and some drafts to finish.
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