Doldrums

Few words look and sound like their definition more than Doldrums. You've got the "drum," part which isn't a drum solo but a funeral dirge tapping out boredom. Doldrums sounds like boredom.

It also sounds like a desolated area on a map in a-first person shooter video game. The kind of spot where you just know the story mission is going to be a grind. If it takes place in The Doldrums, you'll fight the urge to rage quit before you kill the boss because you die more times than Sisyphus pushed that infernal rock up that infernal hill, more times than a rock-chained Prometheus' liver gets eaten by those infernal birds.

The Greeks were simple. Hubris is their original sin, second only to being a dick. Both Prometheus and Sisyphus were dicks.

A lot of people have forgotten that Sisyphus' predicament wasn't accidental or random. He was punished for killing travelers to his kingdom for fun, for being greedy, deceitful and just an all-around dick.

Prometheus on the other hand, decided to create humanity and then give them fire. He also liked to play tricks on the other gods, which when you think about it is weird, because you'd think the other gods would know everything, least of all, to stay away from a practical joker. Regardless of their faulty street smarts, Prometheus, like Sisyphus was a dick. And so, he got the bird-liver treatment.

Both dicks are punished to an eternity of same.

There's no real point I'm making here, other than I almost found myself in the doldrums today because it's slow at work, and so it just made sense to do something to get myself out of it.