Thanks, Bear. I'm now bored enough to think about lamps.
It's the weekend so I'm giddy and distracted. π
That's an excuse.
I'm being targeted and manipulated by techno-capitalism into turning whatever this fun wholesome trend of going analog into a shopping spree of sorts.
Send help! ποΈπποΈ
Like I'm getting all the ads for those cool-looking media players, rad earphones, tote bags, and lampsβthings that would just be in a corner or in a container after a week's worth of use.
Except for the lamp. ποΈ
Lamps are a different story, but I want to thrift for one instead of getting it online. The dining table lamp should have some personality.
But it is true, my phone distracts me a lot when I'm idle that I can't seem to be properly bored anymore.
At least I still know what it feels like to be properly bored.
When I'm bored, I usually wander off into the mental plane. I have a furnished world there, where I can simulate things, daydream, and have full-on conversations with the butler-type astral master of that furnished world, Urbis.
Right now, it's a mixed bag of reels, shorts, and online window shopping.
Maybe not that much of a mixed bag, but a well-orchestrated loop. I see things, I want to buy things.
And if I weren't writing now, I might've given in. Channeling all that shaky feeling and FOMO into words makes all the difference.
So thank you Bear Κβ’α΄₯β’Κ for making writing cozy for me again, maybe even therapeutic.