Boring

To be chronically boring. I mean, I don't know. I know I can be boring sometimes, all of us can. But to be boring all the time. Even when it seems like you've got something to say... repeating oneself over and over again with nothing new, nothing enlightening, nothing changing. Lack of understanding. To not see gray, to only see black and white. To not be willing to even acknowledge that you might be wrong. Just because you acknowledge that you could be wrong and even entertain the notion doesn't mean you are, it just means you COULD be. Because - oh no - who does that make you? To have no conversations of real depth because you're simply not willing to see the other side. To make sure everyone you meet knows these specific things about you, upfront and personally, without ever divulging any real time spent or any real conversation. To dismiss based on only what you think you know. To not understand the concept of balance. To obsessively speak about any one thing too much. Life is a journey of discovery, as cheesy as that sounds. If you're not discovering anything new, that's boring. And boring people make for boring conversation. Boring conversation makes for a numbness that's hard to shake.

I don't know... I discovered earlier what a good chunk of a problem I've been wrestling with as of late (yes, Texan, you're right... I hadn't worked it all out, obviously) has to do with the fact that I get bored when the people around me aren't well rounded and that's depressing, folks. Depressing to the point that I hate to admit it about anyone. But, yeah... some people are just... BORING. And boredom isn't comfortable for anyone.