TITLE: Ode to Boredom
AUTHOR: Rudy-luvs-X-Files (you can call me Rudy) :)
E-MAIL: Rudy1989comcast.net
DISTRIBUTION / ARCHIVE: sure -- just drop me a line first :)
RATING: G
CLASSIFICATION: humor / drama
KEYWORDS: BOREDOM
SPOILERS: none
SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully fall victim to that deadliest of all killers... BOREDOM
Washington D.C.
The middle of summer.
F.B.I. Headquarters.
The Basement -
hot, sticky, and, dull...
The files were filed,
cases were closed,
and that great unspoken fear of every man, woman, and child had come to pass:
THERE WAS NOTHING TO DO!
(Readers, this is your que to gasp in horror)
Mulder and Scully sat, idley straightening papers, flinging pencils, and doing all those things you do when you have nothing better to occupy your brain...
They'd gone through all the small talk and failed attempts at conversation about the weather and their non-existant love lives and then decided it was better just to sit and watch the clock as it ticked away the seconds, minutes, hours, (and if they sat there long enough - the days, weeks, months, and years).
After a few hours of this Mulder decided to make another feudal attempt at conversation -- he had to do something -- Scully was starting to get this glazed over kind of look and it was becoming increasingly disturbing to watch...
"Scully, do you think it's possible for someone to die of boredom?"
"What? Mulder, where do you get these ideas?... Wait -- do I really wanna know?"
"Well think about it Scully. What if I was driven into such an extreme state of boredom that I went into some semi-catatonic stupor and didn't move, drink, sleep, or anything for days on end, until I finally just wilted away -- THUS parishing from boredom."
"Mulder, that has to be one of the most rediculous things I've ever heard -- and anyways, you wouldn't be dying of boredom. You'd die of dehydration, starvation, lack of sleep ---"
"All casused by (drum roll please) BOREDOM"
"Oh Mulder, you're impossible"
"Hey, takes one to know one."
A long pause. Mulder is first to break the silence...
"Maybe you're right -- But it sure feels true doesn't it?
"It does"
They sit, silent again, and ponder death by boredom...
"Mulder?"
"What?"
"I'm bored."
"Me too."
NOTE: I saw a conversation similar to this take place on another of my favorite shows: ER.... and I was feeling extremely bored today so I thought I'd make a special tribute to boredom. I know it's a corny short story but I like it!!! -- and always remember: REVIEWERS GET A COOKIE!!!
thanks for reading! :)
