Bored Mga Nobela at Kwento

|| December 7th || Bored. I’m so bored. Jonathan doesn’t like me going out too much, he says that the house doesn’t function properly when I’m not there to lord over it. I tried to ask again if I could interview for a simple job that wouldn’t occupy my time, but he was so angry about that, we didn’t talk for days. I don’t want that to happen again, those days were so terrible. But I’m not allowed to go out, and I’m not allowed to have friends over. The last time I did

“So tell me, what’s really bothering you?” I hesitated, staring at the flowers instead of meeting his gaze. “I’m just… bored, Kael. I feel like I’m not doing anything useful here. And Enzo—he only made it worse by changing my room. It feels like I’m being pushed around with no say in anything.” Kael tilted his head thoughtfully. “Boredom is dangerous. It makes people think too much.” I gave him a halfhearted smile. “So what are you suggesting?”

She was able to make even the most-plain meal delicious with her smile. The week had been difficult on him mentally because he was not used to not doing anything. It was not that he was not exactly doing anything, he had works to do and financially he was not troubled, but his days had gotten boring, he mostly dealt with computers and it killed his soul. Even during times when he workout and did boxing, he was still unable to relieve himself from the silent boredom that was eating him. He felt like a man without purpose.

I hummed softly as I enjoyed licking my icecream until the plate was empty. Now I was bored, what do I do? I looked at his phone, nothing to do with it because the only game he got in it is soccer. I hate playing soccer. I skimmed through his customized android gadget status bar for an engrossing application. "Gee, I have a boring boyfriend" I muttered. Now what can I do with this empty phone, I thought. Okay! Lemme use this time to watch movies since he's got a full bar, I said to myself.

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I won't let that happen again if I do intend to get a job and actually get one. I sigh, dropping my phone on my thigh. I'm bored. I've done literally everything to keep me unbored but I've literally bored myself out of each and every one of them. N*****x? Done that. Prime? Same. Tiktok? Ditto. YouTube? How do I say 'same thing' in french? Because I can't stress this enough. I am bored out of my wits. I lean my head backwards against the sofa and groan.

Matteo shrugs, also turning towards the water now. "I don't know. Sometimes, maybe." If being bored is your biggest problem, then you have it easy in life, Matteo. That's what his father always used to tell him every time he would see Matteo in a bad mood. He'd ask him what's wrong, and Matteo would tell him he's bored. His father never seemed to understand that being bored was bordering on burnout and depression. "If being bored is the problem, then you have it easy."

I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I was holding, my mind still spinning from everything that had just unfolded. *** The rest of the day dragged on, each hour blending into the next as I aimlessly scrolled through my phone in bed. At some point, boredom led me to the living room, where I flipped through endless TV channels, barely paying attention to anything playing. Frustration bubbled inside me as I stared at my unanswered messages. I had tried texting Bash, hoping he’d come around again, but the silence on his end made it clear—he was either busy or just not interested. Either way, the boredom was unbearable.

THE SUN streamed through the window, casting a spotlight on Doris' desk, but she barely noticed. Her eyes were glazed over, her mind far away from the magazine at hand. She had been staring at the same page of the fashion magazine for what felt like an eternity, and her brain was starting to feel numb. The pictures and words on the page seemed to swim before her eyes, blurring into a sea of meaningless rubbish. Doris was in the throes of the most deadly foe an idle person can face: boredom.

Mrs. Lilian, who had earlier made up an excuse of being emotionally stressed, soon found herself growing restless. After spending a few minutes alone, she became bored. She had tried a couple of activities she usually found fun—reading a magazine, scrolling through her phone, even arranging her jewelry—but none of them held her interest. Nothing seemed to capture her attention or lift her mood. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the company, her son Wilson, and the unsettling news swirling around the Palma family.