Boring, boring, bleeding things.

The day was carrying on with light showers outside,  the trees blowing gently in a steady westerly.  Danny stared blankly outside “That cloud looks like it isn’t going to burn up does it?  McCaskill told me it was going to be sunny today!”.
Mick rolled his eyes “I never bloody trust them, can’t remember the last time they got the weather forecast right.”
Still staring out of the window, clearly longing for the weather to clear up, or at least something interesting to happen, Danny picked up his mug of tepid tea and took a sip.
“It’s gone bloody cold.  I’m going to make another one.  Do you want one?”
“Go on then.  I’m doing fuck all else” said Mick in a dispondant tone “What time are Jenny and Dave coming round?”  Mick didn’t like Dave, he was one of those ‘types’ that has done everything that you had done but just that bit better.
“In about an hour and a half.  Due round at 6, but knowing Jenny they’ll be late” confirmed Danny.
“I suppose we’d best clean up?  The front room is full of your shit.”

Blah blah blah blah blah.

Writing and reading can be boring can’t it?   I started to read a Dan Brown book once and found it as dull as ditch water.  Got about 30 pages in, threw it out of the train window, screamed ‘what’s the fucking point!’ and just gave in.  Can’t remember the name of the book (Jesus’ Catflap or something) but it was dull.  Now I know it is a bit of a cliche to comment on the dullness of a Dan Brown book, but most of what I wrote just then is actually true.  Well the reading bit was.  I have never thrown a book out of a train window and cursed loudly.

Imagine if the first book you ever read was dull?  Imagine the first book you ever picked up flowed like a river of treacled gism. You’d pretty much give in from then on wouldn’t you? The interesting thing is, as a child, you read some of the most inane shit, but it doesn’t put you off.  As a child, you will start on something not particularly interesting, but will find it so immensley fascinating, you will treat it like it’s the best thing since since the proverbial ‘sliced bread’, the best thing you have ever seen.  To a child, this ACTUAL sliced bread is fascinating, “look, it’s bread, and it’s sliced! That’s brilliant!” I can hear uttered in little Johnnie’s head upon the sight of a Warbutons Toastie loaf.  I digress, evenly portioned bakery products aside, kid’s find pretty much anything and everything amazing, especially things they haven’t seen.  Wouldn’t it be great if but 30% of the adult population shared this enthusiasm?

I say let’s all bring back a portion of our childish side, the enthusiasm in the new, the excitement of the odd, the fantastical-ness of the peculiar.  Let’s question the wierd and the obtuse.  If we spend 20 minutes a day questioning something and investigating it surely keeps us in touch with the world?  We’ll never know everything or understand everyone  and why should we expect to?  Surely the we would all be worse off for not experiencing the unexpected?

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