Welcome to boreland

max : WARNINGS

Please read the following carefully before you proceed with the main

reading.

Despite the fact that extra caution has been applied not to name people and

places, not to mention the considerable care taken to avoid any cognitive

association that may occur with any past school traumatic experience

while trying to stay awake during class or being severely reprimanded,

punished or even expelled for daring to exhibit the theatrical 

demonstration of ultimate boredom (hiding at the back by the last desk 

against the wall under a huge pile of puffy jackets and coats, 

bluetoothed wired), even worse while actually being the very  physical 

living statue embodiment of boredom itself ( or snoring on your desk in 

the front row!), particularly in Maths and Religious lessons, reading the 

article below may put you at risk of having a bad dream awake (this 

shouldn’t be confused with any notion of spiritual awakening!), before 

completion leaving you only with a deep sense of failure and an acute episode 

of frustration.

  

Failure and frustration-all too familiar feelings for both students and 

teachers alike.

To those specifically, irrespective of group belonging in the present phase, 

who suffer from insomnia everywhere but a classroom you might experience 

intense bites of nostalgia feeling so <schoolsick> that you may feel 

compelled to enroll in a class just for the sake of some no <psychiatric-

strings> attached, legit, guilt-free, cool state of boredom, the only 

authentic kind is there when confined within a lesson geography in

close proximity to a TEACHER.

 

 

 

dp : A loop, a vicious circle bound to repeat itself again and again. Wake up,

live, fall asleep, rinse and repeat. Our lives are pretty much divided 

unequally in two, the world of awareness and the world of dreams. 

The smallest part calls to us every night, helping recharge and rest our 

weary minds on the pillow of new worlds and possibilities. We surrender 

to the whims of our unconsciousness giving an assist to the processing of 

all the information and stimuli gathered during the day. Good dreams, 

bad dreams, nightmares and night terrors, all tools of the mind to untangle 

unresolved feelings and make decisions. Some of us remember our 

dreams as a whole or part of them, others do not and some very lucky few 

actually have a degree of control over them. All that is ofcourse, if 

you have the privilege of falling asleep.

What happens though when, try as you might, you can’t get no sleep? 

When the wheels of your brain keep on turning relentlessly during a time 

of supposed stillness? How do you stop? How do you pull the brakes on 

something that usually controls you? Most sorry souls only find a 

semblance of peace after exhausting themselves in the early hours of 

the night, not enough.

What keeps us up at night? Is it the stress of the day, is it the 

responsibilities of the future, or simple things such as a quarrel with 

a co-worker during work hours? Whatever the reason one thing’s for 

certain, we’re up. Up and awake, up and aware that we are up, stressing out 

about why we are up and failing at what others can seamlessly 

achieve, making it all the more difficult to achieve it. Another loop 

we cannot escape, resenting the ones that can.

What is different for them? One would argue that they have less 

stress or take things as they come without an ounce of worry. 

Irresponsible or even insensitive creatures unequipped to deal with the 

real issues of life. The lucky ones, we hate and envy them at the same 

time for their ability to shut down on demand. Or so we tell ourselves, 

making excuses for what we are lacking. 

A strong survival instinct or even defense mechanisms cultivated 

throughout the years, giving them the skill to compartmentalize what 

we cannot. Putting different things in different boxes to be opened only 

when the time is appropriate or even assigning the proper significance to 

each and every thing and not over analyzing what one should not. 

Taking things with a pinch of salt and laughing off situations that 

might torment others. And so they fall asleep, blissfully unaware of the 

struggles we have to endure each night. Oh how we loathe them.

And then it happens, sleep leaks through the cracks and claims us within 

the day. Welcome to boreland. A magical place where everything stands 

still, when words are lullabies and people have no face. Where the ringing 

in your ears drowns your thoughts and your eyes grow heavy. Tedious 

activities, meaningless conversations, people with nothing to say. The 

perfect birthing grounds for sweet, sweet sleep. The brain is knocked 

unconscious by the lack of anything remotely stimulating, and yet we resist 

the urge. It would be most inappropriate, not socially acceptable in 

the least.

We try to stay mentally and physically awake fighting the urge to let go, 

surrender to the inevitable. We employ numerous techniques such 

as interrupting the speaker and trying to deflect, preparing a 

response in our head, not paying attention or even just planning the 

rest of the day whilst trying to appear engaged in the conversation. 

We enlist music to cover the boredom of defining a simple task or giving 

ourselves deadlines to make things more interesting. Either way we have 

decided that it really isn’t worth the effort.

 

A little arrogant on our part, wouldn’t you say? The mere thought that we 

are above such simple discourse or project. Elevating ourselves to 

heights that stand us apart from all others. There is joy to be found in the 

most humble of chores and wisdom in the most unsophisticated 

exchange. Granted, we won’t be up to it all of the time, but making an effort 

might actually give us the skills we need to simplify how our mind works and 

bring us a step closer to our goal, calming our restless mind, putting it 

to sleep.