As Bored as a Sl** on her Period.

Funny how most of my nearest and dearest are ardent believers of love and the notion that love can conquer all. I used to be one of them. I was quite the leader of that cult, believing in the power of love, innocence, christmas miracles and more baby poop like that.

As the profound thoughts of famous artists preach: love is one of the most compelling forces the world has ever seen. One that can make a man change his words and make a hormonal pregnant woman giggle like a 13 year old teenager who’s been kissed for the very first time. While Hatred, being the other mighty force, the inventor of colossal damage, the impetus behind war, foul but tremendously entertaining bitch fights, teenage daughter vs. middle aged mother arguments which generally end with “you’re ruining my life” and other shenanigans in that category. They say love and hate mold our world. It’s these extreme emotions that truly disturb and provoke our kind. Love, is the ultimate solace, it is our only hope, the only solitary entity that can bring peace to our hearts and warmth to our souls, I can continue with these endless platitudes but that would be brutally mind numbing.

The romantic in me died when I was 13, and yes ever since then I stopped believing in love, rainbows and Santa Claus. As for Me? I heartily believe in the indubitable power of Boredom. An idle mind is a devil’s workshop. Boredom has the propensity to impel us in unforeseen directions; it is this very state of being that is responsible for all the life’s monstrosities. It is culpable for the invention of drugs, video games and Kama sutra. It is not love nor hate that helps us make vital decisions in life, love and hate sure confuse us, but in the end its sheer boredom of thinking through those decisions again and again that finally motivate us to implement them.

Fun fact:  During the 1970’s it was found that the birth rates in India fell by considerable amounts, no it was not due to the treacherous and life threatening epidemics, nor was it due to hunger/ starvation or lack of hygiene, it was simply the invention of television. Men instantaneously found other ways to deprive themselves of boredom, other ways to amuse themselves, rather than practicing the occasional offspring generating activity. Now, the government of India is suddenly interested in rural electrification (gee, I wonder why?). My point is: boredom is responsible for population explosion, scarcity of resources etc.  Our kind, what we like to call humans, are desperate for ceaseless amusement, anything that will keep us from “getting bored”. So here’s the question: What will become of us when these incessant shindigs finally come to an end? How do sluts amuse themselves when they are on their period?