What happens to me when I’m bored

This after­noon I went into town. I had the vague idea of catch­ing a bus to one of the extremes of my week­ly tick­et. I end­ed up at La Parouse. There isn’t much out there, walk along a beach in the dark, had a veg­etable samosa and came back.

4 thoughts on “What happens to me when I’m bored”

  2. I’ve always had the notion to do that, just get on a train and ride it out to Williamstown or whoop whoop, wher­ev­er. Or stay on trains all day with friends and food, just cov­er­ing the whole sys­tem. But I’ve nev­er done it.

  3. I’ve always want­ed to just trav­ell around on the trains for a day, see where I end up, vis­it some sta­tions I would oth­er­wise nev­er go to. No one ever seems that inter­est­ed when I men­tion the idea… I don’t both­er men­tion­ing it any­more.

  4. i don’t know .…why i always feel badly…i have many friends around me..but i don’t think they can see what in my heart.…they always see a smil­ing man but a sor­row man…i feel so lone­ly.….

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