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Courageously Captivating

 

"You poor creature! Do you not wish to be saved from the dirt?"

"Oh! But I love the taste of Earth." 

"Is not life so low, so boring down there?"

"No. This is where reality fills me with goodness, with gladness." 


"Being unimaginative is only a problem when you're easily bored," ~  Nassim Taleb


You say, "My imagination is unparalleled." 

"Show me," I ask. "Lead me through your dreamt adventures."

You say, "You bore me." 

Now I know you lie.

Who are you to place your boredom onto me? Am I responsible for the longevity of your imagination? Am I the keeper of your interest? Not until you bid me. I do not owe you the fascinating jewels of my heart until you have proved yourself safe. 

You are only bored with me because you are lazy. You procrastinate and flee. What do you hide from? Boredom is your problem. If my shell bores you, break it. I'm waiting to be known. Do not say I bore you. Not until you have seen just where my mind and heart go. 


/ˈbôrdəm/ 

1. A sign of weak character; possible unwillingness to persist, pursue; flawed view of loyalty. 

2. A state of being listless, thoughtless, cautious. 


I would love the luxury to know boredom in its innocent state. Can one be bored of business? Would that be high-functioning multi-tasking? 

I'm not saying it's your sin when I wear my shell. It is not your fault I've kept my interesting self locked away. But the key is kindness not, "You're boring." Pull me out with gentle intentionality. Everyone has a spectacular side. Are you willing to expend the energy to know mine? 

Disclaimer: If I hold onto my shell, that is not your fault. But then you wouldn't say I'd bore you. You'd feel a vague sympathy akin to charity. Your anger, if roused, would not be for your own begrudged interest, but for the state of my tragic heart. 

I think guys and girls differ. Guys desire to be fascinated. Girls say, "Find me fascinating." Our dissatisfaction lies wherein we have not been able to fulfill a need. Guys feel the need to be satisfied.

And that is why when a guy tells a girl, "You bore me" she feels she has failed where it matters most. She feels less. Non-human/ unfeminine. Do not tell us we bore you. Invite the captivating in us to be safe in your care... or leave us alone.

Be imaginative. Be brave. Show you're capable to commit, that you are loyal and safe, that you have what it takes to be trusted. Do that, and the world will rarely bore you. It's as simple as reaping duty's rewards. 

"Until our duty becomes to us as common as breathing, we are poor creatures." ~ George MacDonald 

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