Hello. New user, here.
I must say, I agree. Life is boredom. I know psychopathological theory and those who espouse it see this as an understanding of life that stands to be corrected, whether by hobby-finding, therapy or some form of medication, etc. (and you also have the purveyors of pop-psychology who would refer you to Mazlow's hierarchy). If you find life to be unsatisfying, you mustn't be doing it right, or so they'll tell you.
That's fine. Those states of being which are seen to be disorders are seen as such because that's what reflects a societies mores. That's why the contents of the DSM have changed over time (e.g. homosexuality was once a disorder found in the DSM). But how sound can the moral attitudes of a society be considered to be, at any one time?
Many of us are here as refugees, driven off of platforms that quashed the expression of pro-choice sentiment with respect to suicide. In theory, we should be open to the idea that the promoted value systems that shape our engagements with the world and with each other might not be especially well-founded. Yet, we seem flippant about certain forms of disaffection. I doubt we'd appreciate receiving such flippancy from other, less tolerant platforms, regarding whatever we consider to be legitimate disaffection (which surely tends to be any form of disaffection we might express). So why should we come here and further impose on each other?
Anyway, my approach to dealing with the dread of being alive, as a human on Earth, is to pursue something else. Post-humanity, and an existence off-world, for instance. And I intend to undertake this endeavor all by myself. Now, I realize that the probability of me being able to achieve what I would hope to is, by most or all metrics, so close to zero that it effectively is. But at least I'll always be learning. And if I'm indeed pursuing the impossible, I'll have something to occupy me for the rest of my days. But if my ambitions, by some severely anemic chance, happen to pay off, I'll be living a life that we're taught to stop dreaming of while we're still too young to grasp how monumentally full of shit so very many of the people teaching us actually are.