Boredom

Short description of how I feel about boredom

Boredom is always terrible, especially when it’s forced. It’s not only because of physical inertia, but rather because of mental inertia.
Our mind feels the urge to have, to see, to feel, to touch — even when it knows perfectly well that it cannot. And that’s where the problem lies.
It’s because it’s restrained that our mind becomes impatient, intolerant, irritated. The minutes seem to last for hours, stretching far beyond the limits of the imaginable.
I then have to use all my strength of persuasion to remain still on my chair — not to move, not to speak.
And I wonder: can others feel the turmoil within me? Can they sense it?