Fun: enjoyable; amusing; playful, often noisy, activity.
Guy at Starbucks took my order today and then said, overly brightly: "So what are you going to do that's fun today?"
That question always takes me by surprise. I feel like I'm supposed to come up with some really whimsical thing, like dressing up as a clown or skipping down a country lane, singing "La la la la."
"I'm going to shoot heroin," I said, turning quickly away. That shut him up, the nosy fucker.
I hate the concept of fun almost as much as I hate the concept of happiness. I'm not opposed to happy fun things, mind you, just that I have a personality that chases it to my own severe detriment. I'm Teutonic, for god's sake - we accomplish things, we engage in satisfying activities that have a purpose and a conclusion. We don't plan "fun" days.
And this is why I drank.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
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