Bored Memes Novels & Stories

Rhalia fired off, followed by a slew of red flags and eggplant emojis. "I don't know how you did it, but girl... It's been what? Almost a year?? And you still don't feel the urge to jump that absolute Adonis??" Liora added with her signature dramatic flair. I felt heat rush up my neck as I fumbled with my phone, frantically typing, "Oh my God, guys-", but before I could send it, Maelis delivered the kill shot. It was a meme of dogs humping in full force, with the caption: "Don't be shy, sweetheart. If you need tips, I can help. 😈💅"

How did dead men send them notes? “Oh, by the way,” Mason continued, ignorant of the mood. “The internet is having the time of its life. You guys are now a meme.” Hayden snorted despite himself. “Oh my God,” Beck muttered. “Mason, it seems like your job doesn’t keep you busy enough nowadays.” Jared pinched the bridge of his nose. “Thank you, Mason,” he said. “We’ll catch up later.” “You’re welcome. Call me if your dead boyfriend resurfaces.”

A bіrthdау nоtіfісаtіоn рорѕ up іn mу еmаіl bоx. Wіthоut F******k, I рrоbаblу wouldn’t remember аnуоnе’ѕ bіg dау, so I head on tо the ѕіtе, mаkе the аррrорrіаtе encouraging соmmеntѕ, and end uр distracting mуѕеlf wіth some mеmоrіеѕ from thе раѕt. Looking thrоugh photos mаkеѕ me mеlаnсhоlу.

I threw on a pair of denim shorts and a loose, oversized shirt, then towel-dried my hair before flopping face-first onto my bed with a sigh. Grabbing my phone, I opened F******k and started mindlessly scrolling through my feed. Memes, selfies, random videos. Some made me chuckle. Others made me wonder why I still had certain people on my friends list. Sometimes, I’d pause to watch reels, especially the ones about food or travel. They were oddly relaxing. But once the boredom kicked in, I decided, screw it—I’ll just take a nap.

It was like someone had loosened a knot that I did not know was there. By the next week the messages stretched longer. She started sending memes that was about anxiety brain fog. A cartoon character that was staring blankly at the wall with the caption “when your thoughts are buffering.” I laughed out loud in my kitchen. The sound made even me surprised. I replied with a crying laughing emoji and then I added. “Too real.”

Worst is why am I annoyed that Memo doesn't care to text or call me? I shook my head to take away all my unhealthy thoughts about Memo. I bothered myself by opening the folders and re-reading the inventory this month. And to my surprise, this is the first time I got bored reading these folders. It's already past four in the afternoon and I am still here in my office, I have lost my hope that Memo will text or call me. I feel stupid, why didn't I just get his number? No, the question is why am I acting weird? Why do I seem to be back to being a teenager waiting for his crush to shoot him a message? I hate this feeling. I was in such deep thoughts when suddenly I heard a knock on the door.

I force myself to chew and swallow anyway. This is the exact kind of dinner I used to spend my last savings on just to snap one picture and post it like some influencer. I would get maybe ten pitiful likes and one comment. Now it sits right in front of me and I can barely enjoy any of it. Boredom starts creeping in after a while. The silence feels heavy. I glance around to make sure no one is watching, then slip my phone out of my pocket. Just for a minute. I open my favorite funny videos and turn the volume low. A silly cat video pops up and I smile. Then another one makes me laugh softly under my breath. For a few seconds I forget exactly where I am. The knot in my stomach loosens just a l

“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!

“Oh thank God, backup. Jackson, explain memes to your boyfriend. He doesn’t understand why anyone would care about a woman yelling at a cat.” “It’s not that I don’t care,” Frost protested. “I just don’t understand the context. Is this a human realm inside joke? Did something happen with this specific woman and cat?” I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping my bag by the door. “Frost, it’s just a meme. It doesn’t have to make sense. That’s kind of the point.” “But—” “Nope.” Maya held up a hand. “We’re moving on. Next meme.” She scrolled down, and Frost leaned in closer, his expression adorably perplexed.

Aria's POV I leaned back in my seat, scrolling through my phone with a satisfied grin. It had been over six hours since we boarded the plane, and boredom was starting to creep in. Jameson had been awfully quiet, staring blankly at his tablet, but I knew he wasn’t really paying attention to it. I didn’t mind, though. I had my own form of entertainment, reading some ridiculous memes on X. “Hey, listen to this one,” I said, giggling before I even finished reading. I've been reading out any memes I find both entertaining and ridiculous.