Open When You Re Bored นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I could really use a drink right now. I spent the entire day loafing around the place mostly because I don’t have anything to do other than mope and loaf around. If I wasn’t having a healing wound and some stitches on my waist, I would’ve probably gone out for a jog and some bottles of alcohol too. I watched some TV, walked around and filled the empty closet with my stuff, hanged out by the balcony. I got really bored because I have no one to talk to and by the time the evening hit, I suddenly remember Michiko’s Halloween party.

Then Lucy bent her head as if telling me"I'm still waiting for your answer" So I just opened my mouth, and trusted my tongue" I was bored so I thought to take a stroll, so I noticed that corner and my curiosity got the better of me, so I thought why not explore it and linger for a bit?" I explained. "What just spewed out of my mouth? Does it even make sense at all?" I thought. "I was bored, so I wandered to a corner. Who does that? I'm pretty sure she's not going to buy this nonsense I just said.

Tony handed me his business card and told me that I could contact him whenever I wanted if I wanted to look for a job next time. I heaved a small sigh of relief after having solved my cash flow problem for the time being. However, when flipping through some of my older designs, I suddenly felt a little taken aback. One of the designs was for a pair of wedding bands—the one that I designed for my wedding to Archer. But now, I had to wipe out this sweet memory of mine from my life forever for survival. Marley suddenly came up behind me and covered my eyes. "Guess who?" I laughed and grabbed him by his wrists. "Marley the puppy!"

She smiled at her "I just don't want to annoy you.” I frowned and looked away "If you say so" I fetched my phone from my pocket and played some games. It's pretty boring here. When I got bored playing games, I looked at Rielle and said "You can annoy sometimes.” She looked at me and said, "I guess you are bored, yeah?" I nodded. "Uhhh I'm glad that you actually accepted my invitation.” She chuckled "I just don't have anything to do today, that is why.” I said in monotone

Unconsciously I looked at my closed door and windows and sighed, turning back to his text. What was I supposed to type? 'Hey I'm moisturizing my naked body, come over.'? No thanks! 'Nothing much, you?' was what I ended up typing, even though I hated it when someone replied to me with nothing much. Like seriously? Nothing? Blackmailer-'Breathing *tongue out*, seriously nothing? You're boring.' The last two words did something to me. Made me want to prove that I wasn't boring. Because there's nothing worse than being called boring. Boring is discernibly not a depiction anyone would want to fit in. I am fracking awesome!

I dragged a hand over my face, sighing. Boredom. That’s what it was. Heavy, dull boredom mixed with exhaustion, pressing down on me until I couldn’t tell if I wanted to sleep or scream. I scrolled through my phone for a while, flicking between apps without caring about any of them. A few people had sent me DMs from my livestream earlier, comments about my last post, offers I wasn’t in the mood to answer. I scrolled past all of it. Nothing stuck. Nothing mattered.

Somewhere outside, a car horn blared. Sunday. My only day off. I thought about the hundred-dollar bill tucked inside my bag. Thought about my empty fridge. Thought about the coming week, the aching muscles, the humiliations I would pretend didn’t hurt. I picked up the phone again. Four p.m. That gave me time to think. Too much time. I closed my eyes, my heart pounding. … … … .. I was bored. The kind of boredom that makes your thoughts turn ugly. The kind that presses on your chest and won’t let you rest. I kept looking at the time, counting backward from four p.m., my phone heavy in my hand.

I wanted to punch a wall. * * * The house felt heavy today. The air was thick and hard to breathe. I sat on my bed, staring at the blank wall. I was so bored. My skin felt itchy from sitting still for too long. There was nothing to do. I finished my homework days ago. I watched all my favorite shows. I listened to music until my ears hurt. Now, there was just silence. Well, not complete silence.

I sit in the quiet office. My phone vibrates. Rhys: Arlo ate the television remote. Me: The whole thing? Rhys: Enough of it that the television thinks it is on mute permanently. Me: Good temperament. Rhys: Outstanding temperament. Come home. I close my laptop. I go home.

The rain lashed against the windowpane of my studio apartment, a rhythmic drumming that usually felt cozy but tonight felt like a frantic warning. I was bored—the kind of soul-crushing boredom that comes from scrolling through every social media feed until the blue light burns your retinas. My phone, a slick slab of glass and metal, felt heavy in my hand. I’ve always been fascinated by digital glitches—the "number neighbor" trends, the urban legends of calling 999-9999 at midnight. On a whim, a strange, shivering impulse took hold of me.