I Thought I Would Do This to Keep from Being Bored

It's not so much that I have anything to say, or a point to make, or a set of opinions that I wish to solidify, share, or force down anyone's throat. I don't really ponder, and I am mostly disinterested in just about everything, regardless of whether I claim the opposite. I am not a thinking person, though perhaps I have the appearance of one for reasons that skirt the line between valid and unreasonable. And, upon further thoughtless reflection, I fancy I may skirt the line between valid and unreasonable. But it's not really relevant. If it's true, there's nothing that can be done about it.

So why am I choosing to nonchalantly bastardize the medium that is the written word, polluting it with so many nonsenses, acting on one level as though I have a right to be heard though I don't actually even having a message to proclaim?

Because I am bored.

It is not because forcing myself to find things to discuss will stimulate analytical, creative, or critical thought, or because I think (I don't, remember?) such thought would benefit me, or anyone for that matter. In fact my commitment to this form of passing the time is so tragically limited that a certain part of me doubts this discourse will be followed by another one, or at least that once my present boredom is again suffocated by academic stressors there will be any more of them.

Of course, I have no way of knowing that other than to decide, which is simply not my style.