We've all felt bored or been bored, but what exactly is Boredom?
Is it simply under-stimulus? Are we unhappy? Is it a vague discomfort? Is it lethargy of the mind?
Why don't you tell me. Perhaps save us from boredom for a few precious moments.

That's a good question. Boredom, by strictly definition, the state of being bored; tedium; ennui. But, in the lull of the moment, isn't it more? After all, fear is the unknowing father of creation, but boredom is the mother. While we're at it, let's say wonder is the wingman. And imagination is boredom's best friend. Or whoever decides to throw the baby shower, really, and all those who support the loving mother. She was also the wedding planning sidekick, and probably the maid of honor.

... I have a hard time putting it into better words than that. Really, I was just spitballing and ended up with whatever that was.