We as Humans

Monotonous.

Wake up.
Get ready.
School.
Club.
Home.
Dinner.
Sleep.
Repeat.

I find a comfort in this repetition. Like if I keep this routine things may never get exciting, sure, but they'll stay comfortable. Nothing bad will happen either. It's like being at a canyon but not going to the edge. I may miss the beautiful sights, but I can still see enough to stay content. I get rushes, but not thrills. I don't go over the speed limit on my way to roller coasters. I worry that if I don't push for excitement everyone will surpass me because I'm boring, but when I watch people crash I won't risk it. I don't feel extraordinary so I won't try for an extraordinary life. Sometime I feel like it reflects in my mood. I never reach drug crashing crazy lows, but I never reach hysterical happy highs. I stay in this state dipping between empty and well. I stay in my monotonous routine, feeling a little empty, doing generally okay because I'm not ready to risk feeling great.

And this is why I'm a boring person.