My ultimate conclusion of life the universe and everything is that boredom results from people not really believing in the religions they so proudly proclaim themselves apart. But why restrict this to just people who belong to religion?
The trap civilization sets for us is that being relieved of the direct experience of life and death has caused in many the false belief that we are somehow not subject to the laws of the universe. Most people have not experienced the untimely death of a loved one and we certainly do not experience it on a routine basis. And when we do, we have elaborate rituals designed to separate ourselves from it.
We do everthing in our power to separate ourselves from the truth and inevitibility of our death, and by doing so, we actually separate ourselves from life. We do everything in our power to keep ourselves alive. We attempt to employ every medical trick in the book, pay every expense we can afford; demand every service from our governments, employers, priests, shaman's, and hucksters (then of course complain about the cost) to keep at bay the Man with the Scythe.
And we do this because most do not believe there is anything beyond that curtain no matter often we pay lipservice (and tithes) to the religion of our choice.
We live in a spiritual vacuum. There is no purpose.
The result is we have no vision of becomming.
The irony of all of this is that without the knowledge of becomming, the life we so dearly want to extend is empty and void of any meaning. It's boring.
To relieve this boredom we invent all types of distractions to convince us we are living; TV, movies, theatre, art, sexual obsessions and the most powerful
We love drama in our lives. That really keeps us occupied.
Somebody oppressed us with some minor infraction of a minor social rule and we relate this indignity to all who will listen, create a dust up, affect a feud, start shooting (mostly metaphorically but sometimes not, but it doesn't matter because metaphor can be reality and vice versa. Did I mention that already?), decide it's enough. Sign a truce, shake hands have a party, get drunk have sex in celebration, then start all over again.
Drama. We love drama.
Almost as much as drama we love gossip.
And not just about the people we come in contact with but don't know, but also people we never come in contact with and don't know.
There is no shortage of gossip magazines about people whose lives we hold up on a pedastal because they can sing a good tune or act a good DRAMA on the big (and small) screen.
So that's my take on it.
The spiritual vaccuum that is most people's lives arrests our development to the point of nihilism. But we don't believe in nihilism (well except for Goths) so we do everything we can to avoid being nihilistic.
Only those who see living as an artform and whose time on earth is taken up by perfecting their art have any hope of glimpsing the truth.