The things that come from boredom

Its almost a daze, these days
sitting staring, at the t.v.
For I can only come to the conclusion
That no matter what I tend to do,
I can not seem to find, anything to amuse my mind

Why must it seem that I never visit places, that have some form of interest to me
I try to have some fun
Make new friends, meet new people
It sometimes makes days go by easier
but for the others they just wont end

But there are those days that stand out from the rest
the day in a town in the middle of nowhere
where nothing seemed to go on end

All it took was an outside source
for the truly shy to become a extrovert, making the best of a misfortune
and normally outgoing to become an introvert
it non the less makes for a unique situation

Now were friends
Even though there was only one meeting
We make the best of taking away each others boredom
With senseless talking and random hellos
Time is no longer an issue