They say I am boring
I may never know but I really do not care
Could be because I’m fine with my ‘boring’ life
But it makes me happy
I’m a bathroom Singer
I don’t miss Karaoke
I don’t even know how to start a twerk
Why should I bother about clubbing?
The second and last time I tried to,
I could not speak without shouting
The smoke choked me
And I was drunk after the first cup of Henny
I don’t mind slaving in the kitchen
To make my favorite dishes
And eat while I watch my favorite series
And of course some horror and thriller movies
When I get tired of that which rarely happens
Except I doze off
I read some good books
Or scribble like I’m doing now
The other day I tried to sit out
With friends over bottles of drinks
I couldn’t drink
Just kept eating my fish pepper soup
Laughing at their jokes and talk
And soon got bored
And became angry and nasty
It became irritating
Life is good
With some good food
In your pajamas
Without make up and hooking a bra
Or bothered about how messy your hair looks now
Or thinking of what next to add to the discussion
Who then say my life is boring?
I wouldn’t mind a good and educative show
Don’t just dare ask me to watch football
I wouldn’t mind some hiking and tourism
As long as I’m not out with bunch of retards
I don’t mind engaging in a good convo
As long as it’s profitable
And not some petty and judgemental talk
How do you define boring?
How do you define not boring?
What makes a person boring?
And what makes a place boring?
What if I find what appeal to you boring?
That’s why we are different and construed in different ways.
I was forced to write this when someone looked at me and say my life is boring because my outfits are too serious and I don’t go anywhere other than church and office, that I occasionally hang out. Telling me I should live while I still can…Well, I am LIVING…in my own way!