Boring? Nope.

I've already established my views on the word 'normal' but now I'm having issues with 'boring' too. There is nothing in the world that everybody would agree is boring. There's an old saying that one man's trash is another man's treasure, and I don't believe that just applies to rusty old hupcaps somebody could turn into art, although now I think about it, that's a pretty good example of my point.
People think that silence in an empty room is boring, but why should it be so? You'll always have something to think about, and thinking is as good as reading sometimes. Some people actually thrive in silence, coming up with genius works from the dark recesses of their minds. That's partially the reason why I make the majority of these blogposts at night while laying in bed, aside from the fact that staring at the screen of my iPod in the dark makes me sleepy.
I've never been able to comprehend why people think that reading is geeky or boring. It's only classified as a nerdy activity because a large number of people consider it to be boring, but what is boring about losing yourself in somebody else's life or a fantasy world? What is boring about having your mind blown by the sheer genius of a person you've never met being able to manipulate your mind, your opinion of things, your life? What is boring about the millions of calculations your brain makes per second as you take in all of the symbols on the page and is able to recall what they represent and transform them into something you can make sense out of? What is not incredible about a person being able to write something down in such a way that makes us think about things we'd never even considered before, and make us think about them in a whole new light?
What really confuses me is that people think that thinking is boring, and yet the human race couldn't survive without thinking. It's the theories and conspiracies that confuse us that define the human race. How can that be boring? That's the problem with humans: We get bored too easily. We get brilliant things thrust at us, and what do we do? We examine them for a while, and then we just pass them off like yesterday's news.