Relief from Boredom at What Cost?

Was listening to The Kills on the train earlier today, and it came to this particular track. I really like it - it's got a dirty sly sort of groove to it, but. But. As cool as the lyrics sound, I can't help but raise my eyebrows into my rather mangled-self-trimmed fringe whenever I hear the words. I can see where they're coming from, and -do- actually like the lyrics from a certain viewpoint. But I can't help feeling the.... danger? of perpetuating such a frame of thought. It's the
I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're boring baby when you're straight
I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're stupid baby when you're sane
chorus that causes me to wrinkle my brow. Really now? As unpredictable and out of the ordinary a state of non-sanity might be, is it really 'exciting'? Well, not for the person involved, I think. And definitely not in retrospect.

But maybe I'm reading too much into things. Hmmm.

However, I've been thinking about Boredom quite a bit lately. I recall complaining about being bored quite a lot when I was a child (oh how becomming - a whiney brat), and for the past few months, I have been whinging about ennui and restlessness and boredom. But perhaps it's just my brain and physical self being lazy and not spurring myself into action and entertainment. I don't know.... I was reading a book I borrowed from the library at the patisserie place earlier today, and found myself completely gripped and absorbed, with a whole gamult of emotions coursing through my brain as I followed the dipping and swerving of the narrative. And the awe and admiration for the author's craft and skill spread through my consciousness. And all the while, wondering why I haven't been reading as much as I used to in the past. I blame laziness and too many interests that pull my time and dedication in so many diverse directions. Not to mention blow holes in my bank account. Urgh.

And then I think of my city exploratiory expedition yesterday, the first in a rather long while, and sitting there with a milk shake and letting my hand wriggle its way across the pages to form a letter.

And the tingling of my spine as I pipe a once very much loved but now seldom listened to song into my ears as I gaze through rain-streaked bus windows.

Being alive is good.

Boredom is an extravegance that the living can afford to luxuriate in. But it is also a frame of mind that placing oneself into results in a deadening of the senses and a wastage of heartbeats.

And so, I shall drift off to gaze at wonder at more black printed words on yellowing pages and leave you with the lyrics that I found slightly objectionable.


Cheap And Cheerful

I'm bored of cheap and cheerful
I want expensive sadness
Hospital bills, parole
Open doors to madness

I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're boring baby when you're straight
I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're stupid baby when you're sane

I'm sick of social graces
Show your sharp-tipped teeth
Lose your cool in public
Dig that illegal meat

'Cause love is just a dialogue
You can't survive on ice-cream
You got to same needs as a dog

It's alright (it's alright)
To be mean (to be mean)
It's alright (it's alright)
To be mean (to be mean)

I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're boring baby when you're straight
I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're stupid baby when you're sane

It's alright (it's alright)
To be mean (to be mean)
It's alright (it's alright)
To be mean (to be mean)

It's alright (it's alright)
To be mean (to be mean)
It's alright (it's alright)
To be mean (to be mean)

I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're boring baby when you're straight
I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're stupid baby when you're sane

I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're boring baby when you're straight
I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're stupid baby when you're sane