Boring

John Hughes once said - “When you grow up, your heart dies”! I was about 15 when I heard that, and as the eager know-it-all fucktard we all are as teens; I laughed so hard. What is he on? I will only start living when I leave the annoying parental unit blocking my global awesomeness, I thought.

Don’t get me wrong, those 30 seconds between the parental blockage and being the grown-up; were fucking awesome!

Everything after that is just - boring. Are you bored, people? I don’t mean bored in a physical way, I mean I work too damn hard to ever have the luxury of being bored, but bored in the sense - why is everything we do as grown-ups just bland? Uninteresting? We do stuff, we go out, we meet people, we buy stuff, we talk, we love, we do, we are; but most of the time it all feels chore-like instead of thrilling.

Maybe I’m in a phase.

Why don’t we feel like we felt it as teens waiting for all those things to happen to us, when we couldn’t contain the excitement just thinking about doing all those things?

I mean I do it all but most of the time, it’s just not....there. There’s no thrill like before, hell, no one can even annoy me properly, that’s how un-thrilling it is. I can’t even get mad at people anymore, nothing that anyone does touches me, good or bad.

Nothing is too amazing, nothing is too terrible, and everything is just medium. Mediocre.

What happening, people? Was John right? Do our hearts just die as we grow up?

We do, we are, we live, but it’s more like a chore, than excitement. I only recently felt like that. It was like a day D for me. I was in Los Angeles, a so-called paradise, I drove around town, I worked, I bought stuff, I met friends, I celebrated my birthday, and it was all proper and shit, but it just wasn’t pumping. I didn’t feel anything.

Maybe it’s me.

Maybe I ask too much of life.

I always wanted everything to be just too much, excessive, full-on pumping energy; and everything less than that, anyone less than that would just not be enough for me. So ok, maybe it’s me. It is me. And nothing I see recently is doing it for me.

Fuck you, John Hughes.

I was with a friend when I had my LA Boring Day D (or should we call it Day B?) episode, and I suggested we go buy some cupcakes; cupcakes always make me feel good, there’s just something so childish, so fluffy, pink, and comforting about cupcakes, and he said - “Yes, let’s go! I have a perfect song for you in my car, for the state you’re in!”

I thought, yeah right, you optimist, no way you can hit me right now with anything, I’m like an iron casket, impenetrable at the moment.

Then we get to the car.

Then he plays me this song.

I have never laughed so hard, and I never heard anything truer or to the fucking point of what I was feeling at that exact moment.

I wanted to pee my pants. From excitement! Excitement! At last!

How fucking awesome are these lyrics?!

It’s my new anthem.

"BORING"

Saturday Night, We look alright, We're going out.

Boring. 

Paris, France, Londontown, NYC. 

Boring.

Nothing thrills us, Anymore, No one kills us Anymore, Life is such a chore. 

When it's...Boring.

Sexy boy, Girl on girl, Manage trois.

Boring.

Marijuana, Cocaine, Heroin. 

Boring.

Nothing thrills us, Anymore, No one kills us, Anymore. 

Life is such a chore. When it's….Boring.

Galliano, Donatella, Dolce & Gabbana.

Boring.

Caviar, Escargot, Dom Perignon. 

Boring.

Love of my life, Bear your child, Everything I've ever wanted.

Boring.

Nothing thrills us, Anymore, No one kills us, Anymore, Life is such a chore.

When it's….Boring.

And how brutally cool is this sister’s rock chick duo?! You have to listen. Boring - is everything!