I’m far more likely to be bored when I’m with someone than when I’m by myself. Alone, I have plenty to do, whereas when I’m with some people, I feel trapped: certain relatives, for example, whose idea of a conversation is to talk about other relatives, or even friends and neighbors I don’t know, and who don’t seem to have any thoughts of their own.
Even if I become old and ill, impaired and immobile, I don’t expect to be bored because I’ve spent a lifetime collecting things to think about. Just please don’t make me watch TV.