It was all about the game. Something to eliminate the boredom. He needed the fix. He needed the challenge like he needed air, but more so. He needed to be enthralled by something. Anything. There was nothing new. Nothing that could eleviate his boredom. What was he to do? He needed the game.
Every one was so boring. Any little thing could entertain their small minds. The telly, their mobiles, and the lovers. Any number of things, but it was all so boring! The telly had nothing but trash on it day in and day out. Reality they called it. Nothing but a bunch of fools running around and fucking like bunnies. The only thing mobiles were good for was work. Sending a few messages. Boring! And the lovers! They were deluded by chemicals in their brains. He could twist them around his little finger in half a day. No, nothing interesting. Nothing fun.
There was no one who could even compare to his intellect. No one could understand what he understood. They all had their minds somewhere else. Why couldn't they just think! Why couldn't people think! No there was nothing interesting. He took jobs to appease his boredom, but it never lasted. He was always stuck with the mind numbing boredom from before, but always worse. Worse because he knew there was no way to eliminate it.
He was always waiting for something big to happen. Then, a certain someone came along. Oh yes he came along just to shake things up. He knew what boredom was and here he was to kill his boredom. It was all so perfect. It was all just so right.
It was never about the act itself. No it was something more. It was all about the game. Oh, and what a game this was...