What to do when everything is boring

Mailer: the cure for listlessness.There's nothing new under the sun, at least not this week.
We all have things that keep us entertained. For some of us, it's reading about celebrity train wrecks, or celebrities whose trains haven't wrecked yet, but hopefully will. Right, Jennifer Lawrence?
Others orbit the world of baseball, football and basketball, picking up fragmented bits and pieces of strapping athletic data to fill their bored mental voids. Hipsters flick their fluffed hair at boredom by using insanely expensive Apple tech, earth mamas pat each other on the back for their stereotypical cleverness while eating gluten-free cupcakes, and everyone meets at Trader Joe's, even if it's just to size-up the “kewl kat” competition. But that's boring.
Facebook, cloyed with memes, quotes from religious icons we have all read in other, more interesting locations - and memes with quotes from religious icons, has become as stimulating as a snotty nose in winter. Banging around for items of originality amidst a sea of similarity can lead to the death of our plastic patience. So where can one go for a breath of piqued interest, a kiss of caressing hope or something that might make for good conversation around the kitchen table – something some people still enjoy? Not there.
Literary news these days has sunk in a privileged bog of letters and fine art programs. This week at any rate; the news of the literary world revolves around those who teach MFA programs in creative writing, those who worship MFA programs, those who teach workshops, or those who attend conferences on writing. Those who write, typically the ones with lint in their stained pockets, seek news they can use. For such a lonely sport, there's a lot of useless chatter.
Beauvoir: curing Parisian ennui.Geeks turn their eye lasers to sci-fi and fantasy news, giggling over the latest kernel of Star Wars Episode VII news, bitching over the new Star Trek revelation, and spurt orgasmic glee over everything Walking Dead. But there's nothing else. Nothing else to suckle, nibble or widen the eyes over. Like zombies, which are in now, and for good reason; everyone flocks to dead things just as their parents flocked to them. There's nothing expressive in a corpse, but we all kick it, hoping for a convulsion or two.
Bitching up a storm on your blog, reading Norman Mailer and Simone de Beauvoir, authors whose voices vibrate long after they've died, exposing yourself to films that were made long ago under an umbrella of novelty and passion; these can treat the sloppy symptoms of ennui, if not bash them away for a week or more.
Study something new, such as the mechanics of an epiphany, before they vanish forever. Educate yourself on gun control laws, listen to everyone vomit opinions, before puking up your own. Question something you should have questioned when you were ten. Write something romantic and flowery, but make it different than everyone else's Dickinson-cum-Frost shenanigans. Say something someone else really wants to hear. Say something no one wants to hear, but should. Shake chains. Break molds. Dance to different beats.
Impress the hell out of someone.