If I'm bored, deeply bone-itchingly bored, I will gladly begin even the most onerous chore. I want to be doing SOMEthing.
If I'm away from home, I fidget with impatience because I can't do some of the tasks that await me at home. Paying bills, for instance. I imagine that the instant I'm home I'll be so glad to be able to clear everything up that I'll leap to the chance.
Now I'm home, but I'm not truly bored. There are numerous distractions. I can do any of a large pile of things awaiting me, if I like. I can make lists of them. I've made two lists already. I enjoy making lists. I have not done the tasks themselves. I've deleted several meg of spam, written a couple of e-mails, written in LJ, played two games of FreeCell, eaten a meal... okay, that last was on the list, since I didn't get much food at convention. I haven't, say, unpacked.
It seems I want whatever I don't have: the chance to do stuff OR the freedom to avoid doing stuff.
If I'm away from home, I fidget with impatience because I can't do some of the tasks that await me at home. Paying bills, for instance. I imagine that the instant I'm home I'll be so glad to be able to clear everything up that I'll leap to the chance.
Now I'm home, but I'm not truly bored. There are numerous distractions. I can do any of a large pile of things awaiting me, if I like. I can make lists of them. I've made two lists already. I enjoy making lists. I have not done the tasks themselves. I've deleted several meg of spam, written a couple of e-mails, written in LJ, played two games of FreeCell, eaten a meal... okay, that last was on the list, since I didn't get much food at convention. I haven't, say, unpacked.
It seems I want whatever I don't have: the chance to do stuff OR the freedom to avoid doing stuff.