Recently I complained about being a tad bored. My sister suggested I take up a hobby.
Over the past week or two, I have taken up ironing clothes. It's meditative, in a washing the dishes sort of way.
In any case, the only thing that has been unsettling in my overly tranquil world recently has been a sense of sensory overload. I am one of those people that needs media when I am not engaging with people.
Having breakfast I listen to Irish radio. I listen to podcasts going asleep and walking to the subway. I skim my RSS feeds on my phone while sitting on the toilet. MP3s plug the rest of the silence.
I soak up information throughout the day, and, it doesn't feel good anymore. It's becoming information gluttony.
Maybe that's why I am becoming to love ironing, cooking and washing up.