We often think of boredom as a problem to be solved, an uncomfortable void to fill with distractions. But what if we approached boredom differently? What happens if we embraced our inner sloth and let boredom guide us instead? Could we dare to be openly bored and boring in front of others? Can we appreciate boredom for its own qualities, rather than viewing it as a lack of something else? Could boredom relax us, connect us, or even inspire us?