My Own Boring Life

After reading this New Yorker article about Roald Dahl, I have an overwhelmingly apathetic feeling about my own life: it just seems so boring. (and I do realize that the descriptions of Dahl's interesting life are somewhat tangential to the point of the article itself...I can't help that I latch onto whatever ties back to me).

I'm wondering now if I can cultivate eccentricity, even though I'm really lazy. I'm guessing the answer to that is no. Whining is so much easier than actually doing something.