The Importance of Being Boring

It doesn’t happen all at once. I suppose that’s why it happens to so many people. It just tends to sneak up on you. And by the time you realize what’s happening, it’s already too late.

Suddenly, you’re boring.

I should know. I have completely morphed into the most boring person alive (even including that guy I met seven years ago who started every sentence with “Well, actually,” and thought a three-hour diatribe about how much he hated George Lucas—while wearing a “Star Wars” T-shirt, mind you –was an appropriate response to the question “Hey, how are you?”).

Granted, the very idea of “boring” is relative. What you find boring and what I find boring could be vastly different. For instance, the few times I have accidentally watched sports is only because alcohol tends to hang out wherever sports are happening. And I’m the kind of devoted drinker that will pretend to care about 11 burly men in ridiculously tight pants if it means society will give me a free pass to get drunk at two in the afternoon.

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And you, for example, may find books boring. Or fancy cheese. Or Saturday Night Live. Meanwhile, my life goal is to find a job that just lets me read all day while eating fancy cheese and the only time I’m interrupted is when Tina Fey and Amy Poehler take Instagram selfies of the three of us with the hashtag “Best Friends Forever.”

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Legend has it there are even people out there who find math exciting. Yes. Math. That thing with all the numbers but also, cruelly, letters and tiny hieroglyphics. But just like so many other legends, their existence is hard to proof (but if you look hard enough, there are cosines of them everywhere).

Sorry. I’ll stop being so acute. Math puns are a sine of a big problem. Never drink and derive, kids.

But the kind of boring I’m talking about, the kind of boring I have turned into, is universal. It’s the kind of boring you become once you have a baby. And while our society may be fractured on pretty much every topic imaginable, we can all agree at least that parents of young children are just the worst.

We are utterly obsessed with our children. They are all we think about. They are all we talk about. And they are all we think everyone else in the world wants to think and talk about.

Granted, in our defense, nature makes us this way because it knows that only an obsessed person could find the energy to pull a kid away from the computer cord 200 times a day, every day, without their head exploding. But that biological explanation is a poor consolation prize for the innocent barista I cornered for 27 minutes with my rambling monologue on how my son used to love bananas and now he hates them.

And the worst part is that we don’t even care that we’ve become boring. We don’t care that the only thing we can contribute to a discussion about Netflix shows is that Ricky Gervais was on an episode of “Sesame Street” and it made you laugh so hard that you scared little junior. Or that the last book you read was “Let’s Go To The Baby Animal Farm!” And you actually LIKED it. Or that the only political opinion you have these days is that someone should probably be elected president but here, look at this rash on my baby’s butt…do you think it’s regular diaper rash or something more serious?

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Oh my god, we are so boring. Which is why you see us parents of young children hanging out in clans. We’re the only ones who can put up with each other. And even then, we are secretly hoping Brenda shuts up about her stupid kid soon so we can talk about our own vastly superior kid.

The good news is that this too shall pass. The kids will get older and become more independent and with that freed up space in our brain that used to be occupied by cutting the crusts off approximately one million sandwiches, we will remember that we used to be a person too. A person with interests and hobbies and dreams and poop stain-free pants.

Yes, someday we parents will become people again.

But until then, you totally think it’s weird that my baby no longer likes bananas too, right? I mean, what’s up with that?

8 responses to “The Importance of Being Boring

  1. It gets better, except it doesn’t. It gets worse. But you do gain free time to devote to punning, so you’re on your way.

  2. Yeah, because you NEVER gets texts or photos from me about my teenager. 😉 I readily admit that I’m obsessed with my kid. And my nieces and nephews. And my almost-nephews. One might say that parents are the first stalkers kids will ever know. One might get throat punched for saying that, but still, one might say it.
    Enjoy your kid-obsession, sister. When he gets older, you will still be obsessed, but in a different way. I’m at the point where I’m obsessed with seeing mine achieve her dreams, but also being there should something derail those dreams. And I’m not ashamed to admit it. 🙂

  3. It’s not that you are boring. It’s that you have become one of those people you used to considered boring.
    The person who couldn’t stay at the bar until closing time because the sitter charged more past midnight. That is now you.
    Enthusiasm over dollar shots during happy hour has been replaced by enthusiasm over saving a dollar on baby wipes.
    You’re not boring. You’re a parent

  4. ‘never drink and derive’- love it!

  5. Loved that episode of Sesame Street!!! 😉

  6. Oh god yes! I have become the most boring person around since Lilly came along 😦 I suppose it is all worth it in the end but for now I’m too busy saying ‘no!’ several million times a day to have time to worry about being boring..

    And yes, it is totally weird that he hates bananas now! Lilly had the same now-I-love-it-now-I-don’t relationship with blueberries :p

  7. You are really making me understand some really important things. I need to go apologize to Adriana now….

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