boredom or depression?

I'm bored. I just am. I'm trying to figure out a real reason for that. There's just this nagging feeling inside. I feel it when I'm watching TV. I feel it when I am at work. I feel it when I am doing something. It's like the snooze function on your alarm clock, it snoozes every once in a while and I can't turn it off. It's shouting "i'm dead bored".

I'm hitting 30 in a couple of months. Perhaps it's the fear of ending my youth and hitting the quarter life. Perhaps it's what people called the Quarter-life Crisis. Perhaps it's just my PMS, pre and post-menstrual syndrome. If yes I hope it goes away and doesn't come back and haunt me every month.

Perhaps I've been in the same job for too long, that I lost the passion to go on, it's been 3 years. Perhaps I've been in the relationship for too long, it's been 6 years. Perhaps life has been too mundane, and monotonous. Too routine. Perhaps I need to move out and move on.

A couple of friends in Facebook wrote about emptiness on their statuses. It made me think. No, it's not emptiness. It's not loneliness. I'm just bored.

Maybe I just need attention. Lots and lots of attention. Attentive attention that's all about me and nothing else but me. My favourite food, my favourite songs, all my favourite stuff. Shower me with gifts. Pamper me like a Barbie doll. Sweep me off my feet. Worship me like a celebrity.

Maybe I just need excitement. Some adrenaline pumping. Perhaps I should get myself into some adventure sports. Rock-climbing perhaps. It's too far away from home or work and I am car-less. Maybe I just need to go partying through the night and get drunk.

I'm burying my head into this chic-lit novel at the moment to escape. And the Internet and Facebook helps too. I thought I might be going into a depression for being too bored.