I have a flip phone. Still. Again. I don’t need a phone smarter than me.
In waiting rooms, while others are waiting plugged into entertainment and social media, and ‘getting things done’ I am the one sitting there looking like I am doing nothing. But I am not doing nothing.
I am observing. There is always something to take notice of, to watch progress through its own moments.
I am thinking. I think about what’s going on around me, what I am waiting for, what I will do when it’s done. I think silly thoughts and philosophical thoughts, I play with words in my head, and remember whatever the moment or recent moments have triggered.
I am remembering. I visit in thought places I’ve been, experiences, people… I have quite a lot in storage from near 7 decades of living.
Sometimes I am worrying. Sometimes I am healing. Sometimes I am simply experiencing waiting.
I am in that space, that time, with myself.
I am not bored. I am not wasting anything. I am not doing nothing.
LOOSELY SPEAKING... 
Although I like pen and paper handy to make a record of my mental ramblings I feel the same way. I think the experience of boredom is more like an unmet expectation. “Something should be happening for me to experience.” It is a lack of anticipated input, maybe? In any case, for many years now, I have been seeing boredom more as an opportunity. A blank page to write upon.
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I like your take on boredom!
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