My teammates will know that I scream “I’M BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” (with gusto and giggles) at some point every day. I never know what spawns it—maybe it’s a lack of stimulation or maybe it’s my surefire way of entertaining myself. (Because afterward, I start laughing “HAHAHAHAHA” as I repeat “I’M BORED” a million times). So, let us embark on the arduous pursuit of happiness:
This morning: Leo and Alex found a Uranium hike trail. It was 3 miles, so I hauled myself out of the couch embedded with cute dog hairs. 3 miles turned out to be a deceptive description, and Helen and I found ourselves out of breath in a few moments. I had some realizations though! I don’t think I like nature that much. I know, what a realization to come to three weeks in a trip blossoming with nature. Anyways, Leo got some great photos. I spent most of the hike watching my feet land onto rocks, so I could avoid spraining my ankle. I also imagined the beads of sweat forming underneath my black jacket and the number of mosquitoes I staved away by wearing long sleeves and long pants.
This afternoon: We went out to eat and we thrifted!!! (Materialism slayyy). This was good—I mean, it’s hard not to be entertained by food and clothes. I found this brown fuzzy(?) jacket that Alex tried on yesterday when going to the exchange shop. I spent a bit thinking about whether to buy it or not, and my good friend persuaded me yes. I ate a chicken, spinach, battered onion, and goat cheese wrap. Incredible stuff. Life is goooooooooooooood.
This evening: Alex and Anna cooked some great tofu / rice stir-fry, and I realized that I might have grown up with a saturated sense of sodium. Maybe this is a metaphor for my life? Grown up with excess entertainment so now my baseline is too high? I like the feelings that butter, cheese, and salt produce though, just like I enjoy the feelings that being chaotic does(?). We were going to go to the hot springs but then the hot spring was going to close before we could get there. Tomorrow, we shall try again!
The night: After dinner and after some sitting, I experienced a surge of OSPDIFUNPSODFUNSOU energy. It was around 9ish, and I was teeming with “oh what to do what to do what to do what to do.” So, Alex and I went on a 20-minute run at a 12-minute a mile pace (LOL). It was dark, and we were afraid of bears (which apparently know how to open doors of homes and cars in this part of Colorado). We also saw a building atop a hill. I wondered if it was a dungeon or a palace strewn with captives of another world. Once we returned, we did some core for some reason. It was actually only 15 sit-ups, but that took me, like, a long time. I then posted something random on Instagram from the hike today. And now, I am about to sleep.
In short and with seriousness, I’ve thought about my gravitation towards boredom for a bit. I think it has something to do with the scenario of if a tree falls down in the forrest and no-one hears it, does it make a sound? I’ve been in the camp of not really—and I think it some ways it means that I value collective experiences, shared life. Sometimes, I worry that I’ll go through life with just myself, and while that does hold some truth, and I won’t deny that validity, I think it’d be nice to go through it with others as much as possible. There’s something more lively and lovely about that. And maybe these spouts are a way to make this true.
Frolicking,
Victoria