{"id":3454,"date":"2012-01-28T22:13:38","date_gmt":"2012-01-28T22:13:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bookbinderlocal455.com\/blog\/?p=3454"},"modified":"2012-01-28T22:18:35","modified_gmt":"2012-01-28T22:18:35","slug":"familliar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bookbinderlocal455.com\/blog\/2012\/01\/28\/familliar\/","title":{"rendered":"familiar"},"content":{"rendered":"

via karaj<\/a>, via hysteriarama<\/a>:<\/p>\n

I\u2019m always being chastised for finding things boring.<\/strong> I can\u2019t count the number of partners who have criticized me for that, everyone likes to think that what they love is so fascinating, nobody wants to see your boredom but these boys are so masturbatory and they drone on about their fucking music and they don\u2019t say anything worth listening to and I can not believe that I am always wasting my time with them. Why am I so attached to my own boredom? Why do I feel crazy when I want to leave a boring party, how deeply have I internalized the sense of boredom as socially inappropriate? You owe it to the world, you owe it to your partners to nod and coo soothingly as they drag on and on, you owe it to your professors not to roll your eyes in class as they ramble on about the community of fucking learners that we\u2019re building and the ways that we\u2019re a family, you owe it to your fellow feminists to bring a delicious dish to the potluck (No More Potlucks, most relevant feminist journal name ever), you owe it to your fellow activists not to roll your eyes as they talk about Marxism GOD they\u2019re so dull.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I\u2019m always complaining in corners but I\u2019m not doing anything riskier than that. I am so angry about how bored I am all the time, it\u2019s my fault for being bored FINE but I feel like standing up and doing something about it would mean letting loose this destructive force of feminist boredom<\/strong> and I would fuck my entire life up, and maybe that\u2019s the way to do it, maybe we should \u2018attack what destroys us\u2019 (thx cute stranger at the workshop on insurrectionary queerness), maybe we should cause a scene, anything not to be bored<\/strong><\/p>\n

Everyone will hate you if you take up so much space, it\u2019s oppressive, you\u2019re asking for too much<\/p>\n

Boredom is a code word for something here and I don\u2019t know what to say about that, I\u2019m bored because I will not let myself act because if I act I\u2019m afraid of what I might do<\/strong>. This all comes down to what I learned in a second-year movement for actors course, we spent weeks on walking, I earned a credit for rolling around on the floor with my classmates, I learned more about myself there than anywhere else, ever. And it\u2019s all so applicable, embodiment and feeling are not separate<\/strong>. And it\u2019s cheese and it\u2019s trite but I learned in that class that I couldn\u2019t force a stretch, I couldn\u2019t force a partnership in contact improv, I could only be present in my body and with that of my partner. Also I keep learning that I can\u2019t pick and choose my ugly feelings, some of them are necessary for me to care about anything at all (like activism! eg) and some just look ugly to everyone so I can\u2019t do activism in a lovable way, I can\u2019t control that, I can try to frame my rage in ways that are sharp and thoughtful and careful and necessary but I can\u2019t just feel rage in convenient ways and the same goes for boredom. Boredom is anger and impotence, boredom is dead weight, boredom is invisible\/inexplicable fatigue. Feminist boredom is rage about something you can\u2019t explain in any way that\u2019ll make it seem legitimate, feminist boredom is closely related to hysteria mobilized as a radical force, feminist boredom feels like the futility of trying to talk when nobody gets it, feminist boredom is what we felt in middle school, feminist boredom is snapshots of a daughter-in-law (she shaves her legs until they gleam like petrified mammoth tusk, the drained and flagging bosom of her middle years), feminist boredom is what happens when you\u2019re trying not to die at fifteen (fave quote in high school, wrote that shit on everything) and everyone wants you to be so much more boring, everyone wants you to just be content<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sometimes my boredom is unfair, sometimes I\u2019m better served by a closer examination of what I want to dismiss<\/p>\n

Sometimes I\u2019m just such a classic collapsing-woman, fatigue collapse inactivity atrophy<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

not all of this connects for me, but i’m often getting called out for saying things are boring, john chastised me about it over christmas, and i recently almost wrote a post about how i’m not allowed to say things are boring anymore, how it’s so boring of me to say things are boring, and last year i went through a weird angsty phase after R said he never gets bored, and i was like, HOW CAN THAT EVEN BE. what does it mean that he doesn’t get bored? and that i do? is it because i’m actually boring? why can’t i just chill with boring people and enjoy it? or why can’t i sit around campfires and think it’s a mesmerizing blast? i probably shouldn’t use this post to validate my boring prejudice.\u00a0 but.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

via karaj, via hysteriarama: I\u2019m always being chastised for finding things boring. I can\u2019t count the number of partners who have criticized me for that, everyone likes to think that what they love is so fascinating, nobody wants to see your boredom but these boys are so masturbatory and they drone on about their fucking […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"yes","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3454","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bookbinderlocal455.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3454","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bookbinderlocal455.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bookbinderlocal455.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bookbinderlocal455.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bookbinderlocal455.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3454"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/bookbinderlocal455.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3454\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3461,"href":"https:\/\/bookbinderlocal455.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3454\/revisions\/3461"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bookbinderlocal455.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3454"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bookbinderlocal455.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3454"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bookbinderlocal455.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3454"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}