I Wish There Was A Better Word Than Bored. Bored Doesn't Begin To Describe It. The Unending Fucking Search

I wish there was a better word than bored. Bored doesn't begin to describe it. The unending fucking search for entertainment. Like, meeting new people is supposed to be exciting, right? Their thoughts are interesting, they surprise you, even. But you'll have them all figured out in a week or two. They'll be halfway through a conversation with you, and then the indifference and irritation hit all at once. "Why am I listening to this? I've heard this before. God, you're annoying, please stop talking at me and fuck off already." So you distance yourself, and move on to the next person with anything interesting to say. And that same feeling that poisons every friendship, poisons everything else you do. And you're self aware, so you know that it'll happen, too. Even the act of becoming bored is predictable. Boring. Boring. Boring. And we use the same word for it as we do for being stuck in a dry meeting at work.