Bored Memes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Byron said, "because he has nothing better to do than send me funny memes and videos of kittens and goats behaving badly." Emily laughed out loud, even though Byron didn't seem to be in a very humorous mood. "Isn't it funny when older people discover the internet?" she said. "Not very. How would you like me to forward to you all the junk that he sends?" "No, please don't," Emily said, giggling, "though I wouldn't mind a curated selection of the funniest cute animal videos." Byron finally cracked a smile. "Would you like that with your breakfast in bed, Miss?"

I am bored. Like, pull-my-hair-out, scream-into-a-pillow bored. Being unemployed is definitely not for me, especially stuck in this apartment 24/7. I’m going absolutely stir-crazy. I hate watching TV unless it's p**n, and I only browse online to keep up with recipes or food trends. When I'm not working, I’m surfing, hiking, biking, or playing tennis. I thrive on social interaction, cooking, and being outdoors. This situation is torture—I literally have nothing to do.

I am such a couch potato. I’m laying on the orange and brown floral couch my grandmother has always had. A whole box of saltines and a galleon water bottle within reach and the remote at the ready. My training program doesn’t start for a couple weeks, so I am soaking up every moment of responsibility free time that I can. The phone resting on my stomach chimes. I pick it up and see Jareth has reacted to the meme of a baby goat screaming. Then after moment he sends me a meme of a baby pig eat ice cream.

Nothing major. This is it. Rock. Bottom. Like, bottom of the Mariana Trench, level rock bottom. I’m a sentient heartbreak meme. My boyfriend is a cheating sex icon. My uterus is never going to see the creation of life. And the highlight of my week is that my little sister hasn’t died — yet. That’s where we are. That’s the bar.

Ghost Boredom is a dangerous thing for me. It creeps in like a shadow, curling around my mind, whispering temptations I’m too eager to entertain. And when I get bored, I do stupid, reckless shit—shit that usually comes back to bite me the next day. I should probably reign it in tonight. Probably. If only probably was a year, it's not which means tonight is going to be as wild as the other nights when I'm bored out of my damn mind.

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.

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 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