Having so much time and yet little to nothing to do can actually make you oddly creative. Especially if you're someone who is always busy. At first you may think you just need the time to rest probably for a day, but if it starts to stretch then boredom will come knocking on your door. I've had times where I felt like I was losing my mind by staying home and doing nothing. Those moments are when all the thousand and one ideas start coming into my head. Some are actually good ideas,while the others, definitely not something I can carry out on a regular day.
After I finished my secondary school exams years back, I stayed home for a while. Everyone had somewhere to be except me, and each day started to drag like it was intentionally testing my patience. Twenty-four hours felt like a decade. I would eat, sleep, do chores, watch movies when I could, and yet the time refused to move. I found myself walking from room to room like I was searching for something everything and nothinhg, yet hoping something interesting would magically appear.
First off I started with reading all the books I can find in my dad's book shelf. I would read volumes of books that are in no way of interest to me cover to cover till I was done. But reading can be tiring sometimes So at some point I stopped. So since I didn’t have much to do, I started playing dress-up. I would wear my mom’s dresses, or even anyone’s dress I could find, make myself up and just take pictures.
I know... I’m just a girl.
Sometimes I would even pretend I went for a fashion show. You know, red carpet stuff. I’d record myself catwalking and waving like I had fans waiting for me. Delulu behaviour, I agree, but it kept me entertained.
Everything was going well until one day the devil decided to attend my fashion show personally. That day, I wanted to get some mirror pictures after the usual dress-up because I wanted to see how a full look would appear at the mirror. I went to my parents’ room and took out their standing mirror. Very heavy stuff. I could’ve stayed inside, but I wanted better lighting and outside was doing the work perfectly.
I took my pictures and everything was fine. Then it was time to return the mirror. As I was carrying it back, I didn’t know water had spilled on the floor. I slipped and the rest was history. I found myself on the floor, and the mirror scattered in bits and pieces.
Everywhere blurred.
For a good amount of time, I sat there on the floor, thinking of the best way to disappear to another location unknown because it couldn’t be happening. I knew exactly what was waiting for me the moment my parents got back. I managed to carefully get up without hurting myself, and I packed up the mess I made while preparing myself mentally for my prison sentence.
Boredom will get the worst of you. I’m happy to tell you guys that I served my sentence and I’m still alive to write this. But have I ever played dress-up since then? You know the answer. Since the mirror was replaced, I haven’t even gone close to touching it. I've been avoiding it like my life depends on it.
Lately life has gotten busier. Boredom is now something I rarely experience. In my free time, I mostly catch up on all the naps I refused to take when I was little. I sleep, I watch movies, and I mind my business. Nothing too serious. I learnt my lessons in the hard way.
Images are mine
That's my Dad's suit by the way.Hehe.
