I'm fairly smart. Not a genius or anything, but smarter than average if the 'smartness' tests we took in school are at all accurate. I'm fairly perceptive and have a pretty quick wit. I guess you could even call me sharp.
But sometimes it's not easy being sharp. I sometimes wish I were, well, dull... not so sharp. Not so attuned to things. Just drifting along, happy and content, enjoying life's mediocrities.
And sometimes I do just that. But it doesn't sit well with me for long. Soon it seems I'm just languishing in things not worthwhile, things not worth spending my time. I get bored with boredom, I suppose, and I seek more interesting things.
Boredom wears down sharp people, makes them duller; thus sharpness grows duller with time. But dullness is steady and ongoing. The dull never seem to tire of being dull and bored.
Maybe boredom doesn't bore them. Perhaps boredom, when you're dull, is like a long, interesting movie that you sit and watch and eat your popcorn and enjoy.
I know time will do its thing and my sharpness will become duller and duller with each passing year. So maybe I'll grow more and more content. That would be just fine because, as Neil Innes once sang: "How sweet to be an idiot."