Why Am I So Bored Lately?

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.

It might be a symptom of excess.

So what now?