What bores you?
✨ What Bores Me — More Than Anything
(A Nihshabd Blog)
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What bores me?
Honestly… not the usual stuff.
Not long queues.
Not slow days.
Not silent afternoons.
Not even people who talk too much.
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I get bored of something else —
something quieter.
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I get bored of pretending.
Of acting fine when I am not.
Of smiling because it’s expected.
Of listening to conversations that have
a lot of noise
but no soul.
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I get bored of people
who speak without saying anything
and never listen when you finally do.
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I get bored of shallow connections —
the “How are you?”
without the “Tell me what’s really going on.”
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I get bored of the energy
that asks me to shrink
to make someone else comfortable.
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I get bored of those moments
where I have to hide
the loudest parts of me
just to fit in.
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What bores me the most?
Living a life that doesn’t feel like mine.
Talking just to fill the silence.
Saying “yes” when my heart whispers “no.”
Showing up for people
who never show up for me.
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Give me real conversations.
Give me messy emotions.
Give me the truth, even if it’s uncomfortable.
Give me people who feel deeply,
who pause,
who ask,
who care.
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I don’t get bored of life.
I get bored of half-lived life.
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Because I don’t want days
that look perfect from the outside
but feel empty from the inside.
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I want a life that’s honest.
Raw.
Soft.
Loud.
Quiet.
Whatever it needs to be —
as long as it’s real.
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And anything less than that…
bores me.
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—Rajeshwari🧿💕
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