When growing up there was far less to do and yet never do I recall anyone saying, “I’m bored.”
A friend told me he complained to his dad that their family was boring and there was nothing to do. The dad asked the other two siblings if they felt the same way. And they replied affirmatively.
My friend told me his dad had the look on his face as a man who failed his family. He thought he did well for his children, bicycles, pool table, ping pong table, fishing pools, balls, bats, gloves, basketball hoop in the driveway, library cards, TV, etc.
The next morning before the dad went off to work he got the kids up and marched them into the backyard. He handed them shovels and told them he needed a hole ten feet square and four feet deep. All day long they speculated this was the beginning of a swimming pool.
The next morning he said to dig another exact size hole and take the dirt and toss it into the first hole.
It didn’t take long before the children figured out the lesson dad was teaching them. Finally, the youngest told dad, “we’re through being bored.”
When all was said and done there were three patches of 10 by 10 loose soil in the back yard. Dad bought seed and they planted a garden. “Every time your bored go weed the garden,” he said.
The lesson; refrain from saying you are bored or better yet, my motto is, never become bored enough to do anything about it.