Recently I learned how not to have fun.
Now, you are probably wondering why I would not want to have fun.
That is a simple yet complicated question.
You see, we all have choices in life, be it whether to choose the brown one or the pale green one. Or whether to put the right shoe on first or the left. For most of us this is automatic...as for myself I put the right one on first, it seems natural.
But this brings us onto the whole concept of not knowing where we are.
I know where I am...or do I? Indeedy!
But what is fun exactly? Is it knowing something familiar then acting on it? Or is it scaring the bajeebas out of ourselves by going on a rollercoaster? I went on a rollercoaster once with my bro. It was supposed to be 2 circuits but they gave us an extra one for free because the park had just opened and they had no people waiting. We were both rather puke-laden after and decided the whole thing was not fun. But it seemed like a fun thing to do beforehand.
Sometimes not having fun is actually fun. For example: I once tried going to a church service. It seemed like a completely boring thing to do, with the ultimate goal being to not have fun. But it turned out to be fun. I saw a cross made of wood there and it had lots of holes in it. I remarked that it was the holy cross and thereafter it was just plain old fun being there.
So this brings me to not having fun and trying to do so.
I learned not to have fun by re-living those old fun moments. You see, re-living old moments seems like fun at first but you quickly get bored with it and several million brain cells die and you cease to have fun.
I am now quite a dull person.
Stuff it all!