When boredom strikes, I put myself to a stop. I can't go anywhere. I turn to autopilot mode.
Questions come and I welcome them. I became busy at the thought of what to answer.
And then, I became busy again. The boredom is left untouched. It awaits for another state.
Boredom became a love-hate relationship on my part. I came to detest the state of knowing not what to do ---of being suspended on air.