If you’re bored, you’re not doing enough.
Whenever someone tells me that they’re bored, something pricks me, in the same manner a two-year old pesters for attention.
I don’t know why or what this feeling might be — maybe it’s annoyance or resentment or the fact that I’m envious that these people have extra time on their hands — but the fact that it triggers something deep within me must mean that it violates a value I hold very dear…