bored out of my mind...

image courtesy of runway to editorial: christian dior

as if you couldn't tell by the million posts a day. at first having absolutely nothing to do was fabulous. i was the typical city girl comes to the country and found novelty spending my days taking luxurious bubble baths, reading books for pleasure not requirement, taking long walks by the lake, and generally just lounging around. sounds like a dream, doesn't it? well it was...but now i'm nearly the end of week one and i'm going stir crazy. they say being bored is an underrated art form and as with all art, practice makes perfect. i'm sick of practicing and i've had an epiphany. i have an abnormally high threshold for anxiety (or is it low threshold? whichever one means it takes a lot more to get be stressed out in comparison to average people). this results in me being a "non-reactor", this label has been given to me by my roommate of the past 3 years who has since the beginning marveled at by ability not to be phased by the normal pressures of life like term papers, final exams, and the occasional move (which is why i am currently taken residence in sweet home alabama). i've realized that i thrive under pressure, that i need pressure and accompanying obligations to function normally because even when i'm not supposed to, i manage to create loads of free time for myself. i guess i will be looking for a full-time job then!

i'm sure i'll be eating my words as soon as i get back to los angeles where my friends, and subsequent social life, are and when i actually enter the "real world" which i've heard is quite nasty and tedious. why can't everything just be fabulous all the time? (in alabama's case it's because there are no major department stores. but in it's defense the people are awfully nice, and i'm talking every stranger you pass waves to you and asks you how you are and genuinely wait for an answer-kinda nice)