And who can blame you? 

As a child, if you were bored, adults rushed to entertain you. Schools loaded you with tasks, and when you were idle, you were told to “go play” or "go do something."

As you grew, the reflex became automatic: flee boredom. 

But now that you've grown, and have encountered the fleeting folly of excitement, boredom takes on an air of reliability; the state that remains when all (but you) is gone. The baseline. The dark canvas upon which all the colours of excitement, desire, curiosity, joy, even grief, rise and fall. 

To encounter boredom can be a painful thing. It can feel like death, or what you might think death feels like. Nothingness. An icy weight over you within which everything dries. 

Your response to feeling bored influences your experience of it. The current response may be to solve; figure out something to do so that the feeling can be eliminated. But a different approach, which you will find more rewarding, is to minimize fleeing from it; to interact with it so you might realize what it truly is and what it has to offer.