Good question ... Why do we get bored? Everything can become 'boring'. Everything that repeats itself. Playing Russian roulette over and over again, and survive? Boring. Travel the whole world by private jet for a year? Boring. I understand this. I suffer from this. But when I look around me, here in the Netherlands, or better, here in Amstelfuckingveen, people love boring lives. Having dinner at 18.00. Going to the supermarket on Thursday nights or Saturday mornings. Having visitors over on Sunday. That would be a better question, Why Do People Love Boring Lives?