It seems that each person tries to overcome life-long boredom in their own way. I’m writing this while eating the “roasted capsicum, pecorino, cashew nuts and basil” dip.
First, we need to find out who the fuck first discovered the actual ingredients. It’s the curious one. They can’t just pass by things. Whenever I eat 고사리, or Rambutan, I can’t not think of why and how people started to eat those gross looking fern and hairy balls look-alike fruit. The first person who discovered capsicum,(it’s still understandable because capsicums looking cute. Green, yellow, red, it looks almost like they are xmas tree ornaments.) probably had it raw for a while then thought, “Well, I can’t take it anymore it’s boring.” but only until they discovered fire. And when they finally got to have fire, probably, tried to cook it with different methods, then now the creative one comes, and says “Hey, don’t you think it’d be good if we eat this with some greens, nuts, and cheese also?” But maybe cheese was invented way later anyway the curious one can’t wait to try to mix things up because it intrigues the curious’ tastebuds. Mmmm… and they eat like this for a while until they got bored again and another curious and experimental one made cheese by accident or something so they try to make cheese out of other mammals breast milk which I think it’s crazy. (I’m no soygirl, either lactose intolerant by the way.)
I recently noticed that I used to close my eyes while I’m sexing, but then I met L, I, open my Asian small eyes wide while I’m kissing, to see L’s eyeballs. We are so close so I only get to see his one eye(and I try not to be cross-eyed hard and it gives me headache.), it’s rolling half backward, pupil becomes unfocused and dilated, watching a person with the charisma to rule the world, who normally has nothing to be afraid of, become this weak and vulnerable with just a kiss is fascinating and sexy, I got to enjoy it. It’s more like because I was bored at mundane sex for sportsmanship without any mental, psychological connection. I was shamed and sorry-ing because I was acting(lying) that I was enjoying it, and it got so bored sometimes so I just closed my eyes and thought about something else like who the fuck invented tanghulu.
Life gets bored pretty quickly and easily especially when it’s work-related, food on the table, pays the bills, day to day routines. What do you do when you think some thing is meaningless and boring, no motivational or inspirational in any ways? I quit.
🧡UwU💚
