Third, I start to get bored. Bored by doing the same things over and over again, such as driving into another town and trying to find all its important landmarks; restaurants, post office, supermarket, motel. Bored by the sameness of all the motels (and elated when there's something new; we nearly got ecstatic when we found out that there was a horse in our backyard once), bored by the conversations of people who want to know where I'm from and where I'm going.
And then I feel guilty for being bored, or irritated, or upset. Because look at this place! How can you ever get tired of all this? But I decided to find a way out of this dilemma. Maybe it is actually good for me to be bored for a change. To have the privilige of fussing over trivial things. And isn't the boredom and frustration only the space in between the big periods of being stunned from all of this?
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