I sat down, took my notebook and pen and wrote “Wassup bitches!”.

This was the beginning of something new. A new chapter of my life. A journey that would never end.

A story about ‘normal’. Yes, you read that right. It’s normal.

One day, I just sat there and thought to myself why can’t I write something normal and boring? I mean did someone thought about making a boring story. I know I did, and I like that thought of being boring.

Life is boring and everything else is boring. When something not boring comes up then it is not boring. It’s not boring the first time but boring a second time. How many ‘borings’ were in that sentence? Just the thought of it sounds boring.

I wrote the first introductory sentence then immediately erased it. It sounds too funny. It must be boring. I thought of writing “Welcome.”. Hmmm, that sounds boring and will perfectly fit in the context of my notebook.

Perfect. I already made a masterful introduction.

Now, I just need to put something in this notebook of mine. I pandered on the question “What’s so boring that I would write it here?”. Obviously, my life came up. My life is pretty boring anyways that’s why I had the idea of making a boring novel.

Was the novel a representation of my life? Perhaps. I don’t know since I don’t want to insert myself in a boring novel. I want my life to be exciting and this would make my life exciting.

It’s funny to think about it actually. Me wanting to write a book about boring and that would make my life exciting. How cute.

Should I begin with the generic introduction of waking up and how my day is going? That’s sounds boring and I like it. Well, here it goes.

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I woke up from the sound of my alarm. I sat up from my bed and felt groggy. I reached towards my and pressed stop. Then, I proceeded to lie down and sleep again.

I woke up again feeling somewhat refreshed. I went to the bathroom and took a piss and washed my face.

‘Ahh… the fresh face of a champion. Fascinating.’

Meh. It was just to hype myself up for the day. I headed towards the kitchen to find something to eat and saw my Mom cooking. It was for breakfast.

Breakfast at 12PM.

I waited for my Mom to finish cooking while busying myself with YouTube and Reddit. I passed the time watching highlights of certain sports and video games and that was it.

After that I ate with my family. Nothing special happened. Few casual conversations about the news and nothing about it really. There was no accidents and situations of importance to alert our family.

I headed back to my room and began browsing my phone again. I took some time to read novels and then waste my time away.

I browsed and browsed and that was it. I found a book that was interesting then read it all afternoon.

I was called for dinner and I ate. Then, I went back to my room to read some more. I stopped for a moment and said ‘this is kinda boring’. I dropped my phone and opened my computer.

I opened the application for the game and began playing all night.

It was 10PM. I should stop I told myself. I didn’t because I want to play more games. Then, it was 12AM that was when I stopped. I went to bed and slept again.