Hops, Axa,
This is good. I'm recognizing this boredom trend at last.
Hops, it was the way you highlited Axa's quote - those words "BORED RIGID". Yes!
You know, for years I've said, "I don't get bored... there's always plenty to do".... and I really believed that to be true!
Then the moments of paralysis would come, when I couldn't accomplish a thing because of the constant jumping-to-attention which revolved around the needs of others.... not just "N's".... any others. I was so stuck in "doing" mode. People pleasing. Being a servant, fixer, peace-keeper, slave to the whims of those I considered creative, while I was the practical, dutiful one. All of that constant stimuli was what kept me moving forward (or sideways)... who has time to be creative? Rigidity. It was my security blanket... adopted from my mother. My involvement in all the drama of life to date has been my creativity... every ounce of it sucked up by the drama-vac. I never saw that before.
Goosebumps here!
Listing anger related to creativity, for the Artist's Way... ooo, revealing. Here's a bit of judgmental rubbish I located within me - "people who are creative are impractical, artsy, fluffy, unrealistic, irresponsible..." Put that alongside the "I never get bored" and... ain't I just so proud of myself? Yuck!
How many times I've been frozen in inaction, obsessing about somebody's issues - somebody else's stuff! Husbands, children, friends, relatives... oh, how disturbed I could get by their problems. Hah! That is boredom. And pride. And I see where it sprouted. Years of training to cut off the disaster at the pass, to foresee all potential trouble and smooth the way, to pick up the pieces after Mr. Destructo of the day tore my life to shreds... it's like shell-shock... left me bored unless some major drama was constantly playing out before me.
I renounced drama after NPD-ex, complete with the purchase of an "I don't do drama" T-shirt

.... but it continued to spin in my head, out of my reach, until I started feeling safe enough to pull out the feelings one by one and take an honest look at them. I'd fill my days with menial tasks and then resent those who didn't find my accomplishments praiseworthy. I'd resent those who made time to be creative when all I could see was all the work to be done. I'd resent myself for not being able to rise above the mundane... and then I'd settle back into the pride of - well, at least I take care of "business".
That's an awful mess of resentment.
Well, I've really rambled off topic here into true confessions, but thanks for the chance to spit this out.
Enough of being bored and boring! Onward and upward!

Thanks again!
Love,
Hope