Bored is either a choice or an attitude. It’s a choice when the restless creator closes her laptop, shuts the blinds, takes out a pen and some paper, and sits quietly in her room until something happens.
Bored is an attitude when you announce that you are. When you decide that literature, technology, games, nature, food, people, the mystery and miracle of everything — nope, not good enough for you.
“I’m bored,” you say. What I hear is, “I’m not paying attention.”