I don’t know what fun is anymore. I don’t even know if fun is something I am looking for.
This is what I thought was “fun” when I was sure what that meant:
· Friends night out is fun.
· Binge watching an entire season on Netflix, daaa, so much fun!
· Friday night for myself with my bottle of wine, ultimate fun!
· Roadtrips and weekend getaways, fun, fun, fun!
You might think, yessss, all of those are so much fun, why the hell you wouldn’t think they are fun now? I feel you. But, hear me out:
Where is the line between numbing & just having fun? All of my funs had alcohol, drama & escape in them. Was I just numbing myself and calling it fun?
I heard millions of times, my friends & myself say “I only have this weekend so I am gonna make sure I have some fun!”. Why do we have only weekends? And if we only have weekends, why are we just numbing the fuck out and forgetting? Why remembering is so painful? Why are we staying in lives we are trying to escape? Why society is built for this to be the norm?
I asked in my insta stories “Which one you never questioned what it meant for you?” with options success, happiness & fun. Guess what %80 of the people said? Yeah, you are right: “Fun”! How come we never question what it means to have fun for us?
So now, my fun is entangled with all of these hard questions and basically ruined. I said goodbye to fun as it was too complicated for me. I now have contentment, ease, excitement, gratitude & fulfillment. I believe that’s a hell of a deal considering by giving up on fun, I gathered all the treasures of peace.
Further reading:
This is an interesting article that made me question whether our fun is strictly for extraverts and there are no room for intraverts.