My main problem is, in my great attempt to not become boring (which I believe may be part of my being, an expiration date sort of curse, if you will...) I make lists on how to be less boring. These lists usually detail how to be more spontaneous, more unforgettable or extraordinary or stimulating.
But a list is a bore and an adventure isn't planned. So I'm barking up the wrong tree, aren't I? I'm probably going about it all wrong and missing the point and making myself even more of a cliche than before.
But lists are what I know for now, some sort of comfort, and the good thing about a list is in the possibility of getting fed up with it getting you nowhere and being able to crumple it up and throw it absolutely away.
I do not want to be this kind of B.
