It is not true that life is one damn thing after another . . . it’s one damn thing over and over.
—Edna St. Vincent Millay
There is a time in early adolescence when we think that being grown-up, if we ever live that long, will be wonderful. We’ll do exciting things, meet exciting people, have adventures, make money, and experience other delights which seem reserved for adults only. Unfortunately, the acquisition of adult privilege is accompanied by adult responsibilities, and it often doesn’t take long to realize that the promised goodies are either not forthcoming or are just not that wonderful.
Presumably, the sense of disillusionment hits men as well as women. It is certainly acutely felt by young and not-so-young women who find that their aspirations for living are not being met by the circumstances in which they find themselves.
A lover may be, at least, a short-time answer to such boredom.
Note: This post is a short preamble to my next few posts that will focus on boredom and relationships.