He was bored of his friends.He was bored of how they spoke. He was bored of how they dressed. He was bored of having the same conversations every week. He couldn’t waste any more of his life being around them.He felt guilty for feeling this way, of course. Many people don’t have friends, he would tell himself. Really, he should be grateful. But then another voice in his head would chime in. Ah, it would say, but are they truly your friends? Are your friends supposed to make you feel this way?It had continued in this vein for months.He had entertained the possibility that it was he who was boring. Maybe he was. It didn’t change anything, he reasoned. In fact it made the whole undertaking easier—it was easier to think of this parting—whenever that day came—as a difference of opinion or a clash of personality than anything else. But somehow, he knew that wasn’t true. This was his decision, and his decision alone. It was borne not out of some natural divergence in outlook or life choices, but by something else—some vague feeling.*She was bored of this funeral.She was bored of all the misery. She was bored of how everyone was dressed. She was born of the sombre organ music and the elderly priest and the sympathetic smiles given by people she didn’t know. She didn’t want to waste any more time here.She didn’t feel guilty for feeling this way. Her father had driven away everyone who had ever been close to him. First it was his friends. Then, his own family. Then his wife—her mother. Then his children. He died alone, insistent that the world had been unfair to him. Really, he was lucky she had even come.She was sure that on some level, he knew who was really to blame for his misfortune. He would never admit it, of course: everything that went wrong in his life was always someone else’s fault. Now he was dead, found slumped against the wall after one of his binges with his head tilted so far forward that he had suffocated in his sleep.It was fitting, in a way, she thought. In the end, he rejected himself.She opened the umbrella and stepped outside into the rain.