I was bored once so I read the dictionary. When looked at as a complete work, a fairly informative and remarkable book. My falling into that deep abyss of insanity left me to investigate word origins, pronunciations, and synonyms. Just for kicks, I thought I would add to the meat of some of the more intriguing words by looking into my trusty thesaurus. Of course, I had no intention of reading the entirety of the dictionary. Yet when you get to a certain point (I am sure that point is different for everyone) there is a bit of investment that promises reward.

As that literary adventure was some time ago, I have since lost the capacity to recall most of the words. Luckily, I still have a hard copy to rely on. In that long-ago time, there were many other books I could have read. I don’t remember why I did not choose another entertainment. As is its custom, life carried on. I became busy again and boredom faded away. When distractions waned, I found peace in writing instead of reading. I could fill my fantasy with my own words as a replacement for someone else’s. I even put some of the words I had learned to use. Not may, just some.

Why do I conjure such a memory? Because someone asked me if I had read any good books lately. Sadly, I had to say that I had not. The conversation left me thinking about why I have wasted so much of my leisure time playing games on my phone or scrolling through social media searching out fillers for the void of boredom. One such filler was a list of one hundred books to read before you die. My first thought was ‘Why not just watch the movies?’. Laziness at its best. I almost felt a sense of pride when I ordered the first of my one hundred book library. I will probably need my dictionary again.