Odpowiedź:
Being bored is sadly inevitable, but there are a lot of ways to beat it! My favorite ones are watching new films from my watchlist and rating them, listening to new albums and writing down my thoughts on it, talking to friends, and meeting new ones too. Drawing is fun, but if you don’t know how to do that already, it can take a while to master that skill!
Wyjaśnienie:
Winter afternoons have it to themselves that they are boring. They drag on indefinitely, killing man slowly and accurately. I definitely don't like them, but well, they happen and that's it. Worst of all, they usually start when everything promises to be interesting. Just like today.
I sat at home, bringing the old console to a state called "repair, nothing else will help". Yes, the computer worked much better. It is only a pity that he stood in the peace occupied by his younger brother. This meant being sentenced to several years of equipment miraculously probably raised from the room. No, it was not a flood – colleagues came to Adrian and had to brag. Me couldn't it?
I was starting to be nervous. After a day at school, nightmarish every minute, I felt only discougged, deeply aggravated by a discussion with my brother about occupying my room without permission. I tried to find a job, but no idea made sense. What is the name of this condition? And yes, boredom. Winter, leading to depression boredom.
My mother entered the room.
And you're still sitting on that couch. Wouldn't you take care of something, son? she asked.
Mommy, what can I do, Adrian took the room.
Computer, computer. . . you can't do anything else anymore," she sighed.
It's not my fault that there's nothing to do here! I screamed. She looked at me with reproach.
And certainly not mine. But I'd like to tell you I'm leaving. I should be back around twenty-first," she said, and left.
I went back to analyzing various ideas, although they did not lead to anything. In the end, I decided to do something. No matter how pointless ideas slipped through my head, crisis situations required desperate solutions. I was already preparing to enter the occupied room and ask my brother's company most preaching from him when I remembered the old way of monotony. I invented it long before receiving the computer, when rainy afternoons effectively drove away dreams of leaving the house. It was so simple that it was as trivial as it was, and it could be started almost anywhere. Without waiting long, I opened the cupboard in search of crayas and a piece of paper. Yes, that's how it was drawing.
Having laid the paper on the table, I began to wonder what to create. I was not particularly gifted in this direction, but it took an effective, if not the mind, to at least hold the colored dashes on the white surface. I almost unwinly drew the outlines of the train. They looked like they had been drawn by a child of several years, but not only me, at the age of thirteen, could not paint well. Soon, a station was built next to the vehicle, people, and minutes passed faster and faster. I didn't notice when the big tip of the watch moved first to six, then seven and eight. I couldn't hear the door slamming when Adrian's colleagues came home. I was a bit sober just as my mother entered the room. I'm sure you wouldn't expect me in it if your computer stands free. I smiled at the sight of her astonished face.
Hi, Mommy," I said.
Hi, son. I was sure that you had already taken possession of the realm of electronics, colloquially called your peace. "She really had a knack for interesting phrases. It is a pity that I did not inherit it.
I didn't even notice that Adrian came out of it – I found it, and when there was amazement on her face, I added – I found something more interesting to do.
I showed her a colorful piece of paper right now, with a red train and multicolored silhouettes of people. It wasn't a masterpiece, but mom apparently liked it. She watched the drawing with interest, which did not surprise me at all. After all, there was a lot of detail on it.
Interesting work. You've probably been waking up to it for a long time, ch?
Little. . . about two hours – I smiled.
I was no longer bored or detested. Childish scribbles on paper helped to survive uneasy afternoons. That was the best way I could come up with and probably the only one. It is a pity that I remembered it only when I had absolutely nothing to do. It was interesting fun.
