AIBU to appreciate the boring life?
No shrieks of ecstasy.
No pangs of intense excitement.
No stomach churning thrills.
No perpetual worries.
No nagging anxieties.
No panic in the early hours.
Just fine. No big deal. Comfy as an episode of a familiar sitcom or a decent slice of Victoria sponge. Nothing to write home about. Nothing to stress about.
The older I get, the more I appreciate the boring life. AIBU?