I'm 19, male, from Southern California. The world is becoming boring and I'm starting not to care about it (not in the complaining emo way). Other than trolling random places or chatting with friends over the net, and maybe the occasional gathering of friends every once-in-a-while, the world is just becoming uninteresting and thus I'm starting to not care, only doing things that would amuse me at the moment for the moment.

I've noticed the effects: Too much imagination that's fairly distracting (like watching a video and thinking about something else, which ends up making me miss portions of that video), an urge to write out the stories of my imagination, and the transformation of me becoming a fairly hopeless romantic who wishes for something great and interesting to happen as to be involved in it as to be involved in something interesting (something interesting has widely ranged from myself living with terminal illness and suffering, to romance, to epic conquests abroad). What irks me the most is that I'm a sloth, the lazy, procrastinating "what-else-can-I-do-at-the-moment" and "how-can-I-do-this?-I-can't?-seems-impossible?-oh-well!-I-give-up" type.

I have taken steps (early steps) towards getting a chance to do something interesting by taking classes so I may eventually land myself in a field that might permit me to do so, which is my hope of optimism. On the otherhand, I do not know if I will get that chance. The field isn't of any importance to Anon, but the feelings are.

How do I deal with the problem of boredom, apathy, and hopeless romanticism? Am I taking the correct steps? Is it a case of Decemberitis, encroaching on the life of another faceless victim? I don't know. All I wish is that you help me with these problems or distract me from them.

Also, if you are able to, please muse us with your stories of apathy, boredom, and/or hopeless romanticism and any advice to those who are apathetic, bored, and/or hopelessly romantic.