While waiting for Ben to have cataract surgery in a room full of over-65s, I couldn’t help but notice the boredom that dominated most of the faces of the waiting partners. A couple of them read, some stared uninterestingly at a TV, most just peered into space nearly expressionless.
I, on the other hand, was relishing two daytime hours not devoted to work! I read while listening with earphones to music. Then, after becoming stiff from sitting, I walked while listening to poetry.
Maybe it’s because I still work. I don’t know, but my waiting room buddies sure made me contemplate the connection between aging and boredom.