The Most Boring Man Alive

I am the most boring man alive. I’m less funny, less entertaining, less interesting, less adventurous, less energetic, less excitable and less irrational than ever before. I’m more equanimous, more comfortable and more at peace than any me I’ve ever known. I’m like my perfectly stable father but on a double dose of Benzos, floating deep on Xanax and Valium. All kidding aside, I’m 100% sober and 100% cool with it, all of it.

What about all the people that think you’re boring?
I’m far from learning one of life’s most remarkable lessons – one of the lessons beyond the lessons – that I am good with myself and have no need for another. I am still compelled to maintain a few relationships for a variety of reasons but I tend to maintain only those most fulfilling which serves to further reduce my need for people.

Furthermore, the more I’ve learned of the world, the people in it and the nature of relationship, the greater a capacity I’ve developed for relationship with myself. There is food for thought and self-reflection in every interaction with every living thing. As you listen to the world you learn to see yourself in many ways and eventually can develop a dynamic capacity for self-awareness that drastically reduces any need for culture-fitting or social validation.

In opening up to the world, I am consequently freeing myself from it. I find it interesting here to reflect on the fact that it was never the world compelling me towards anything but rather my delusions of the world – my fears and self-inflicted pressures for everything from being cool or popular or loved to being successful or rich or famous. I have long referred to these as childish desires but am finally maturing into a remarkable freedom.

It is not that any of these things are necessary or even desired but rather that the experience of having them is perceived as something that would feel good. I have found that the source of feeling good, for me, is the feedback from my animal, those in my life that I love and those in the periphery. As I further open up to myself and love myself more fully and honestly than ever before, I’m compelled to share more of myself with my family and friends and the world. In sharing with the world, through every bit of feedback, I quickly learn who appreciates, admires and loves me for the deepest me, and I readily relieve myself of the burden of manipulating myself into appeasing the others. As a result, I am more me than ever, peaceful and boring or strange and quiet or insightful and confusing.

As I am more comfortably me, more happily me for me, I have less need to be any way but the most quiet, boring, effortless me. I am the most boring man alive. I am unburdened. I am content.