I wish there was a cure for this disease called boredom. I call it a disease because first you get little warning signals (symptoms) that the sickness is coming on. You notice much of your time is being consumed thinking about childhood memories, life goals and aspirations, then boom you have full on boredom. Lucky there is no need for tissues and medicine. You begin to write out all of your finances, what money is coming in what money is going out. Soon the numbers turn into mini pieces of art. The pen you were writing with soon becomes many markers with different colors and then you notice that one piece of paper became numerous pages full of stars, flowers and those old school s’s. The drawings stop, then it’s time to create your “professional signature”. I was once told that if your signature is too perfect it can be easily created by anyone else, so it has to be a little sloppy and something only you can recreate. So once the pen touches the paper many attempts are made at the perfect signature, then you think… Wait what if I get married? My signature will certainly change, so why waste all this time trying to create Jasmine Crawford, when one day it might be Jasmine Kent? I then think to myself, would it be smart to hyphenate my name? Why is it that women have to take the man’s last name? No marriages have worked in my family, so what if I go through the whole name changing procedure, finally get my perfect signature, then I get a divorce? Instantly I am full of sorrow wondering why my parents got a divorce. I think of all the “good” times they were together, then I figure out maybe those “good” times really weren’t that good. They certainly did love to argue, but they were great parents. I hope I will be a great parent, but before thinking of getting pregnant I must think of getting married. Oooh, what will my engagement ring look like? So then I minimize facebook and MTV and open google. Hmm, gotta have a yellow gold ring, but definitely not a solitare, she will be too lonely sitting there all alone. As I’m trying to pick out the perfect ring there is an ad on the right side about Chris Brown and Rihanna. Oh gosh, what’s going on with those two? So boom, I open that window and do a little reading about this troubled couple. What if they aren’t that troubled, I suppose this situation could happen to anyone. Haha, that would be funny if someone tried to raise a finger to me though, I can tell you now there would definitely be charges pressed, but that’s after I let my daddy know what happened to his baby! So one would think all of this would take much of my day, but then I look at that small clock in the bottom right corner on my monitor and only 15 minutes has passed by. Ahhhh, how I hate boredom!
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