Every week, we go back into the offices, coffee bars and morgues that we inhabit to pay various evil enterprises hell bent on conquering the world via billing everyone for being alive, and we sit at our respective locations. Our work colleagues / enemies come in, and more often than not, after the Hi, how are you / Oh, you’re still alive opener, the next question inevitably falls onto; how was your weekend?

Or in the case of enemies, “I’ll get you next time Gadget.”

A man’s gotta do what a man’s got to do….

Normally when asked this, the stock answer is “Not much.” and we leave it at that. Or if someone is feeling bold, they describe one event that they went to, which is a rare occurrence. Even better, if they just came back from holiday, then they will go into a bit of detail about the weather. Now, this doesn’t sound like the epic explosion of being the life and soul of the party, does it?

No sir / madam / evil alien with death ray, you would make the argument that life has become devoid of all meaning, that we are all bitter lifeless husks of human beings and promptly should find some drugs / booze to make the pain go away.

But when this become a bad thing?

By which going about things which have to be done on a daily basis, become something which we prefer not to talk about? Do we now fear being completely boring in the eyes of our peers?

It was something which entered my mind this weekend, while chatting with someone about what they were going to do with their day, and it wouldn’t actually be the stuff of legends in most people’s eyes. I began wondering if that is we were all to discuss what we really do, how would people start to judge us? After all, if we are to take the selfie craze and the whole social media thing which has bled into everything we say and do now, we have to post things which constantly will grab the attention of our fellow man / woman / oppressive dictator of tropical island.

In that regard, a lot of what occurs and what we are told about, makes the subject appear that everywhere they go, a party happens and everyone gets like so crazy, you had to be there and ha ha ha, you weren’t. You missed the sickest whatever.

But by the same regard, they miss out the times when they are just sat down, eating a pie.

Because come on, we’re out to make ourselves look good, right?

OMG….I like pulled this card and it was soooooooo amazing. I was like yeah, and he was like whoa….

In some respects, we are still judged by what we give out about ourselves. To go into great detail about a game we play while sat on the toilet (see above Hearthstone picture), or to talk about the endless amounts of ironing that seems to always pile up, would in fact send people into a coma and this is the normal social convention.

By the way, in that game I totally kicked bottom. I is wicked cool (and other phrases, available on request).

But this is what really happens. We do things every day which is not filled with the stuff of excitement, and in essence, a lot of the time we tend to hide that. Unless we happen to find like minded people who we then take the chance on, to talk about those things and prey that their ears don’t start bleeding.

That’s why we seem to have a never ending stream of busy filled lives, going to far off places constantly, being awake 24 hours a day and of course, at my age, see at least 100 pictures of people getting married every day. That can be all well and good of course, and trust me, the next time I can take a trip to somewhere other than Hammersmith to see who is sleeping in a puddle of their own urine, all the better.

But perhaps it would be nice to actually take a moment and celebrate the mundane or perhaps, the non extreme aspects of life. It may sound ridiculous but being able to lie down on a sofa, watching someone talk crap on Youtube while eating crisps, is rather epic. Not everyone has the opportunity to be able to just chill and be content, given the rather frightening speed that each day seems to be going at.

We don’t all have such busy a life that every day is out with 234 people dancing in the streets, drinking latte on a beach while riding a horse and then doing something “crazy” like standing around posing for pictures. Sometimes, we just get on with different things and just never talk about it to anyone else. It’s all differences at the end of the day which actually serves to make it more interesting.

Besides, sometimes “being boring” is the best thing to be in the world. May it continue.