Boredom is (ironically?) pretty interesting, and my relationship with it has changed over time. It's pretty hard now to even get a grasp on. What do I even mean when I use the word?
If I think back to childhood, I can point out two distinct forms of boredom: A) being forced to pay attention to things that really don't interest me (looking at you, math classes) and B) nothing is happening and everything is dull.
A) is its own special kind of hell, but I kinda loved B) because then at least there was space for me to fill with something. I usually got that type at home. I grew up in the forest, weren't any kids my age for miles around; we didn't have internet back then, and even TV was a somewhat scarce resource. This was also before I really got into reading books. So I'd daydream a lot, as a way out of the whole "nothing happening" scene. I'm sure this did absolute wonders for forming my creativity, and directly led to me becoming an artist/writer. It certainly developed a rich (sometimes chaotic) inner life, and is probably why I to this day find solitude so soothing (when it doesn't dip over into loneliness). I think my long stretches of isolation in childhood bore both positive and negative fruits, but that's another topic. I only mean to say that boredom can be either fertile soil, or a desolate wasteland. For me it's always been a bit of both.
I've since realized that as a kid I had real trouble "sitting still". Not so much physically, but mentally. I loved learning and discovering new things, I craved stimulation, novelty, action, energy, even chaos and drama. I was a wild little thing. This led to me being bored a lot, type A and B both, sometimes the mysterious and intangible type C, and if pressed into one of those corners I'd drift off inside my mind. Probably why I didn't do super well in school (though I aced those subjects that actually mattered to me) but I'm more than happy to trade that for the bounties of the imagination.
I seemed to have steered myself onto a tangent. Better veer to another tangent to save face!
If I look for boredom now, in life as currently experienced, by me... I can't really find any. Even those moments when nothing exciting is happening outside, and I can't find anything worthwhile within, I'm content and unbothered. I've learned to be okay with silence, and it doesn't come across as boring anymore. I guess boredom is a state of mind where you want to be somewhere else than you are, you want something else to be happening. That must be why those of us so inclined dream ourselves away in such moments.
Boredom, then, is a disconnect from the present moment. It's a searching force, a compulsion to fill "empty" space. I think it's a developmental stage we all go through, learning to befriend stillness without filling it with every kind of junk distraction. I'm still trying to minimize doomscrolling and whatnot in my own life, I'm getting kinda good at it, but I'm noticing that I'm usually far more bored when engaging in mindless, borderline compulsive consumption of nonsense than I am just sitting quietly.
That was a lot of drivel; I must have been bored. Here's some more drivel now.
Boredom is just a label, and like all labels it's laden with meaning. "Boredom" has some seriously negative connotations. I've noticed that the society in which we seem to live has an abundance of go-go-go attitude, a sink or swim mentality. If you're bored, you're doing it wrong. Go fill that empty time with something! Doesn't matter what, just fill it. Stay busy, be distracted, and you'll feel okay. Promise.
Yeah, I think boredom is good for you. Silence and spaciousness is, anyway. If you stare long enough into the abyss, chances are you'll find gold or a unicorn or something.