
You are somewhere you don't want to be. You want to be somewhere you aren't. Somehow you are here instead. You have stopped believing that there is anything very rewarding about being where you are, except of course the little matter of being paid to do it. Your behavior is constrained also by your job description. You can't read a book, or talk to your friends. You can't sit down and you can't sleep.
The essence of boredom is being stuck somewhere that is less than inspiring, is bereft of interest, holds no promise or hope for improvement. There are usually good reasons one cannot leave the situation. The difficulty of finding a new job, finding a new spouse, finding a new life. The weight of everything you've done, everything you own, the weight of your whole miserable biography is crushing you. Things are bad but they could be worse. Excitement comes at a price, the real possibility of loss, of disruption, disaster. Is this the best of all possible worlds? In the words of Peggy Lee, is this all there is?
As you get older you have fewer and fewer options. Your past is prelude. You are no longer viewed as a malleable collection of possibilities. You are viewed as a rummage sale of consequences. In a sense you are the same person you were 30 years ago, but instead of everything being easier with time, everything becomes more and more difficult.
There are two things that you might do: (1) palliate the pain of boredom by making your situation somehow more interesting or (2) go do something else, something you think you might really want to do.
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