Aimless

Is it even possible for a normal person to be bored though they are supposedly very busy with a lot of shit to do?
Well I guess there is no big shocker there...the fact that I find time to be permanently bored and sick of life, and in need of something to do when I have classes, homework, movies and all the etcetera humans tend to call 'activities', just goes further to show that I am too complicated for even 'life' itself to figure out.
lol
My friend asked me last week what my 'aim' was... for the summer at least, not in life.
I swear to you that I was silent for exactly sixty seconds.
Blank.
Blank..
Blank...
I had no response to that.
I flashed back and realized shockingly that a few months ago, unknowingly to me, I became a robot. My life was programmed by many forces, and 'mi' was put on the shelf. Like I took a vacation or something, forced one at that, and my life has been on auto-pilot since then. Worse still, I have no freaking clue how to turn that off.
Plus even if I find the switch, when I turn it off, I am inevitably going to be faced with the question "now what?" And since I am yet clueless, my life would come to an alarming halt.
In case you can't tell from my tone of alarm above, that is some freaking scary shit!!
WTF is going on with mi?
Oh but my sudden blank state is not even the very scary part...oh no. As sick and twisted as I have become, that would just be too easy.
No, no.
The scariest part is that I am neither content, comfortable nor scared of this current state. I don't even give a shit...I feel...NOTHING!
zilch, nada, betsuni....no fucking thing (PMF)...
Oh of course except the boredom...that one I can't get rid of...
So what do you do when you find out that your life, for a while now, has had no aim????
I guess it would be a lie to say I feel nothing...but saying I feel amused by the situation simply goes further to confirm how fucked up in the head I have become...(PMF).
So for fear of becoming psycho, I earnestly seek an aim...at least for this summer...