is it actually boredom... or is it depression, or a general case of "weltschmerz"...?
I feel the latter, often.
Yesterday the Sahara desert came and dumped a ton of sand over the city. It was fascinating - exciting even - but afterwards you're just left with this helpless feeling that the world is broken and that there's nothing you can do to fix it.
"weltschmerz"... Interesting word, didn't know about it.