Common scenario: You’re flipping through channels on the television and all the young people’s stations roll by. Interested in peeping into your peewee favourite is show Blue’s Clues, you are instantly repulsed to find that they have Blue venturing down the Nile river chasing after the thief who stole the clue and strapped it to a time bomb! In all your haste you change the channel to a show more reliable to engulf you in wholesome brain-melting and you find Spongebob is no longer a citizen of the ocean, but a crime-fighting space sponge who saves innocent life forms from black holes! “Wheres all the counting and colours?” you ask. Why is everything so fast?
Kids these days, right?
If there isn’t violence, toilet humor or hunky high school romance then it holds no interest for them. If the plot is not constantly moving at a rapid pace then their attention will wander and drift. I wonder now if Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland would be a story that a parent of modern upbringing could read to their child and captivate them.
Personally, it even loses my interest sometimes.
Although the plot is constantly keeping me on my toes with weird vernacular and poems of nonsense, I sometimes find myself asking if anybody else is somewhat bored? There is a lot which can be decoded (if we allow it to be) and a lot which can be discovered once we peer into the text a little more and that certainly keeps us interested for a while because we have to be interested. But if I came across it in a library and read the story for the pure joy of reading in a giant chair by a roaring fire in the dead of winter, I can say that I would be thoroughly bored.
But perhaps one can only be bored if they are ignorant; if they didn’t pursue answers to questions and ask questions to be answered.
Are you bored?