I’ve often heard it said that granted true immortality, humans would eventually run out of new things to do and would become desperately bored, but does that really make sense?
Doesn’t it assume that the pleasure in any experience is chiefly in its novelty? And is that really true? I don’t think it is. Granted, a human lifespan is perhaps too short a period from which to extrapolate, but it seems to me that there are certain things, for certain people, that don’t lose their shine, no matter how many times they are repeated - indeed in some cases, the comfy familiarity of repetition is part of the enjoyment.
Assume, for the sake of this discussion, we’re talking about humans that are rendered immune to death, disease and injury, but are otherwise quite similar to the way they exist now. They are not endowed with a perfect memory - or rather - the perfect memory turns out to be one in which stored events are capable of fading over time.