I’m bored. I’m the chairman of the bored/board.

What does one do when boredom strikes? 

How do we combat the cloud of ennui that occasionally descends upon us without a whisper of warning..

Do you too find yourself experiencing deep pangs of anxiety? 

You see, boredom is not a discerning tormentor.  Do not think, for one moment, that it selects its victims like Beelzebub might select a group of criminals for Hell’s inner sanctum.  There is no criteria; there is no particular CV that boredom favours.  It does not exclusively target the couch-potatoes or the benefit cheats; i.e. those people who deserve boredom’s fury in all its horror.  In truth, it has all the fastidiousness of a dung beetle choosing its next meal.

Permit me, if I may, to list the chief symptoms of this dilapidating condition:

Shallow breathing

Perspiring palms

Bouncing Limbs

Claustrophobia

A burgeoning sense of one’s own insanity

Indeed, inactivity can be a form of torture so unbearable that many would prefer a swift death than its perpetuation.

I’m certainly no ologist but I would warrant that boredom is a silent and widely unknown killer.

Let’s not become undone.