By Joe

I haven’t written a story since *checks* September, and I think this one isn’t as good as the ones preceding it. You will let me know by dropping a comment, won’t you?

He was in his room, on his bed, silently staring at the ceiling. He looked around, surveyed the room: simple, yet quite neat (though it couldn’t be described as decently clean–he was still a boy, after all), it looked like he had spent a lot of time in it, from the well-used computer to the numerous toys scattered in a corner, remnants of time spent with his younger siblings. He could hear many things: the sound of his quiet breathing, the patter of the rain on the roof above him, the cars going by outside, everyone else in the house feasting on this special day–his birthday, in fact. I know this has been going on with me for a bit of time already, but today’s my birthday, I should be down there with the rest of them, he thought. He tried to make a move, to get up and back to the festivities, as a birthday celebrant ought to do, but somehow, he just couldn’t muster the willpower needed. He fell back onto the bed, and sighed. What’s going on with me?

In truth, he knew precisely what the problem was: life was getting too monotonous for him. He wasn’t really surprised when the feeling hit him, actually, since between all the school-related things he had to do (which took up a large chunk of his time) and the time he spent on the computer (when he wasn’t doing homework, he was playing games while his parents were out), he was more or less setting himself up for the monotony to set it. What he wasn’t prepared for, though, was the sheer enormity of it: I eat, I sleep, I study, I play. Rinse and repeat. Surely there’s more to my life than this?

The reason he chose to pretend to himself that he didn’t know what was wrong, though, was that he simply didn’t know how to deal with the problem. In all fairness to him, monotony was not something one could easily deal with, as when one slips into it, one is usually too accustomed to one’s way of life to properly deal with the situation. This was also what he was going through, and as such he was stumped as to a solution. I feel like life isn’t worth going through anymore: it’s like I’ve been a kid forever, and like I’ll never grow up. Is there any way out of this?

Just then, he heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?”, he asked.

“It’s me”, a female voice replied.

“Oh, come in then.”

A girl slightly older than him walked into the room. Seeing that he was not doing anything except lie down and stare at the ceiling, she asked, “Is everything alright?”

He sat up, breathed deeply, and answered her worried expression, saying, “To tell you the truth, I don’t think so. It’s like life is just so boring these days, with the days getting more and more mindless and repetitive as they go by. I hate to say it, but it’s like life isn’t worth the living anymore.” Placing his chin on his hands, he continued, “What should I do?”

His sister (for it was she) kept silent, trying to think of a way to alleviate her younger brother’s troubles. After a few minutes of deep thought, she responded with a single statement: “I’m not sure how you should go about this, either, but I guess I just want you to keep this in mind: the way you live your life is up to you. You might want to think about that.” She then got up, and left the room.

Frowning, he tried to work out what she had meant by those words. What does she mean, the way I live my life is up to me? Filtering the strains of merry-making that came from downstairs out of his head, he focused on his sister’s words, attempting to realize their meaning. Focusing on the words to the exclusion of all else, he finally discovered what she was trying to tell him. Whether your life is boring or not, monotonous or not, is your call. It’s in your power to make life as interesting or as boring as you want it to be. All it takes is the will to follow through.

Feeling a sense of renewed purpose, he got up and joined the party. As he went down to where all his relatives (and some of his friends) were wishing him well, the first person to notice him over the sizable crowd of people was his sister, who also noticed what seemed to her to be a calm expression on her brother’s face, as if he was at peace with the world. He had made his way to her when she said, “You’ve come just in time, they were about to find you so they could start with the cake.”

He adopted an amused expression, teasing, “Did you go up there and say those things just to make sure I made it here in time?”

She made no reply, only putting an innocent look on her face.

He laughed, and continued, “Whatever it was, I guess I still owe you one. Thanks, Ate.”

She grinned back, and replied, “Anytime. Now just go on and blow the candles already! I’m starving for some cake!”

Sorry about the lackluster ending, I couldn’t think of a decent one.


10 Responses to “Boredom Conundrum”

  1. January 15, 2008 at 10:13 pm

    You’re not the only one, my friend…

  2. 2 Joe
    January 15, 2008 at 10:21 pm

    err, i’m not the only one what? i’m afraid i don’t follow you. 😛

  3. January 16, 2008 at 7:03 pm

    Reminds me of someone =)) AHAHAHAHA Di ikaw 😛 asa ka pa XD

  4. January 16, 2008 at 7:24 pm

    …your old fics were better. but then, i guess that’s the effect of having a loooong hiatus, right? 😛

    glad to see you’re writing again, though.

  5. January 16, 2008 at 7:47 pm


  6. 7 Joe
    January 16, 2008 at 7:55 pm


    nice. 😛

  7. January 22, 2008 at 9:36 pm

    I like the title. 😀

    I guess we can all relate to it in a way. Longer and more detailed, though! 😀

    But nice writing. 😀 (Okay, too many smileys.)

  8. January 22, 2008 at 9:37 pm

    I like the title. 😀

    I guess we can all relate to it in a way. Longer and more detailed, though! 😀

    But nice writing. 😀 (Okay, too many smileys.)

  9. January 22, 2008 at 10:53 pm

    i actually tried to find a word that rhymed with boredom for the title. XD

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