Felony Boring

Considering what to blog about this morning I contemplated my current situation- what am I doing or what have I done that would be interesting to read about.

I gaze to my left and see the ball pit which clearly needs to be pumped up with more air, I look out the window and contemplate the statical probability that all of the baby rabbits are female which would eliminate the potential rabbit population explosion I have been obsessing about.

Then there are my obsessions, which appear to be also taking a turn toward Dull Ville USA.

The pool cover is off the track and won't open, and the guy who was supposed to come fix it from the pool cover company didn't show up yesterday and I can't get ahold of anyone...and so I start thinking no body is working because no body is getting paid- so if they are out of business who the fuck is going to fix the pool cover.

So, the ball pit, the rabbits and the pool cover, that about sums up my Saturday morning.

On reflection it was in 2005 I began my journey into the depths of becoming uninteresting.

I'm not saying people didn't find me boring prior to 2005, I am saying it was around this time I began to find myself uninteresting. I would be talking and then just zone out because I didn't even care what I was talking about. I wasn't able to pay attention to myself.

Gioconda and I once had dinner with a couple who talked about their appliances all night. Perhaps if I were in the market for a dishwasher this would have held my interest, but I wasn't. By the end of the evening I was ready to tear off my own head and throw it.

A few weeks back we were invited to a birthday dinner with a few other couples, most of whom we didn't know. I had a couple of drinks which is always dangerous for me as then I become chatty.

Sometimes when I have had a few belts I've been insensitive, like the time I asked our good friend if he could imagine sustaining a head injury as a result of a violent attack with a hammer - and he HAD- in fact it almost took his life- yet somehow I was able to forget this fact after one too many cosmos.

So now I am just trying to not be the uninteresting insensitive one.

Even my thoughts are unexciting, when I was in the twenties my thoughts were so much more fun, yesterday I thought about how much more stuff I could fit into the attic.

"You did well, I was afraid you would talk too much about the girls," Gioconda said on the way home.

Since Gioconda is brutally honest I know I will get an objective review.

"Do you think its boring when I talk about the girls, " I asked.

"Yes," she answered without a moments hesitation.

'Wow, that's my main rap right now."

Gioconda just shrugged.

It was a sock to the gut, the only thing I had going....