Bored.

It's funny, how in a world full of things to do, there is nothing I want to do.  I have all these hobbies, all sorts of things I could do right now while I'm at home, and I don't want to do any of them.  Nothing sounds appealing.  I don't want to paint, I don't want to learn how to crochet or knit, I don't want to practice piano, I don't want to go for a walk, I don't want to read, I don't want to write (funny, because here I am), and I don't want to go anywhere because I have nowhere to go.  

Boredom is a truly crippling thing, I've come to realize.  It leaves you sitting there, feeling and wanting nothing but also wanting something.  But when none of the things you like to do sound like something you want to do, what's to be done?

I used to hear a lot that bored people are boring people; that if you can't think of anything to do, that's on you.  I don't think I'm a boring person.  The problem isn't that I can't think of anything - I can think of a lot of things, things I like.  It's just that I don't want to do any of them.  So I sit here instead and shout into the void.  I don't know what to call this, this state of wanting to do but not really wanting to do.  It's uncomfortable.