The delicious luxury of being bored out of my little head

A new kind of hygge?

I drove my poor mother nuts throughout my childhood, following her every move while whining about how very bored I was and meeting her every suggestion with, “Nooooo! but that’s so boring”.

Well into adulthood, I abhorred the mere possibility or hint of something being boring - movies, events, the shape of each day. Like every teen and young adult in the…