Did you ever have a kiss so bad you felt like you were the bad kisser?

I think this is related to how boring people make me feel boring.

Did you know that you can trick people into being more interesting by being more interesting yourself?

I used to be bored around my parents, which made them boring. In my thirties I was shocked to learn I didn’t know everything about them.

So if you have to spend time with boring people, try being DAZZLING.

My most common thought while lucid dreaming is God, what a boring dream.

I’m glad Andre Gregory knows the Andre character is a “raging narcissist” bore.

My TED Talk topic would be “Jiro Dreams of Sushi Is Not an Enjoyable Movie.”

I would just make people watch it and stop it every now and then to say, “See? This is boring and oppressive.”

A totally fascist approach to sushi.

I sometimes think After Hours is the worst movie that’s anyone’s favorite movie.

I associate it strongly with Joe Versus the Volcano, since I think of both as somehow “angry boring.”

It takes a special kind of mediocrity to be offensive and boring at the same time.

If the language is boring, there should at least be some emotions or ideas or something.

Boring through, or thoroughly boring?

I was very boring today.

Sometimes the dystopia was boring.

At least everyone was boring at the same time about something inherently interesting.

Sometimes it feels like if I’m not fascinated, I’m bored.

Wild Animals (Normal Distance)

Watching silent films in a backyard at night, I’m distracted by a bat fluttering overhead, its flight path so erratic.

A moth made bright in the projector light.

The day before in the park, there were so many midges in “the middle distance” we couldn’t estimate their number.

Thousands? Hundreds of thousands?

A raccoon in the vines on a telephone pole . . .

Baby bunny in the grass . . .

However cute, I like to imagine it might be rabid.

I think a little threat is necessary for happiness.

I think sometimes we want to be threatened, sometimes we want to be the threat.

Sometimes when I’m standing what feels like a normal distance from a person, they keep seeming to edge away.

I must keep edging closer too, or the effect would stop happening, but it continues.

Like when you go into the ocean, you never come out where you went in.

I’m trying to decide if Wittgenstein was sexy. It’s not obvious.

I think the answer is “yes” or “unanswerable.”

I think delicate people are frightening.

But I also think fear is erotic.

Wittgenstein believed his Tractatus was the last work of philosophy that would ever “need” to be written—that he had answered all the important questions.

He quit philosophy for a while and became an architect . . .

He built a house for his sister she wouldn’t live in . . .