What does our mind have to say when we face boredom in our life?

Squishy little pink guy in our cranial vault named Brain: You are not bored mister, u (he also uses abridged words) are just in a phase where your body feels the need of relaxation cuz' u have been trying a lot of things lately, a lot of them not really healthy for your lifestyle or... maybe its just because you are bored, I still don't understand you mundane host.

There are somedays when you run completely out of things to do and ask yourself: What in the world am I doing with my life? These are the days in which we cooperate with our brain and think of philosophical or scientific reason for our true meaning in life. Are we really meaningless? For a couple of seconds we thinks so, but then again mister Brain comes in help and gives some really good arguments in which we have a goal in our life. Grab me a beer, says the brain. That's when you come in ..... you go to the fridge, open it and whoooaa.... there is no beer. I have to go buy some and that's when you realise that you are controled by a tiny little mainiac who thinks he can overrule you (brain: you empty-headed two-legged being, sorry, not empty headed, let's just call you obtuse because you are insulting your own brain) and make you get him a beer. But then again, you realise that you really want that beer and still go at the store.

And the moment you open the store fridge you crack again. You ask yourself this monotonous question: Is my life purpose to buy this alcoholic drink made from yeast-fermented malt flavoured with hops? That is the question that marks the height of the day. Next thing you know, you bought a whole six-pack and headed to a friend's house. So here we are... on an adventure which lasts only a short amount of time, needless to say the question remains unanswered. The whole trip you ask yourself if you made the right choice to leave the house (Brain: Of course you antisocial, you have to go out sometimes to communicate with people and clearly mingle with some beautiful humanoid girls). You start to practice your lines, think of new jokes that will make your friends laugh till they cry and then you arrive. You panic, start forgetting your lines, then all of a sudden you remember you are with your friends and you can be yourself (Brain: You forgot you are not going to a bar? ha ha.... wait.... that means I forgot. I think something is happening with your ... my memory.) Then you remember you were already drunk when you got there. How did that happen. I was at home. Nope.
I was at the bar with my friends. I drink a lot of beers and I think I blacked out. So.... Where am I and how did I get here? The six-pack is empty. I am around strangers with no memory of what I said to them the last 20 minutes. But I guess they like me because they laugh with me. (Brain: You are going to black out in about 45 seconds, do the right thing human !) Next thing I know I kissed a girl, then out of nowhere I run in a taxi and go home. Nice 45 seconds I say to myself. (Brain: That girl you kissed.... well, I tried to tell you... she was a hooker, but hey you left pretty quick because you realised so good job.)
I talked to my brain and to myself like I was a second person all night. I have to stop drinking. Gotta go to bed....