Señor Fuss 
Stress is so gross to me. If I don’t want to deal with something, its pretty easy to kick it to the side. Stress is contagious and there is a big epidemic. I’m not talking about a category I refer to as “necessary stress” which involves stressing out about matters like: whether I can pay my rent or if pregnancy is on the doorstep, kind of stress. I’m talking the kind of negative stress that a person will deal with personally, but has to rub off on everyone else in the room. Making everyone else stressed out because you have problems. All these ticks and discomfort people force on others have to go.
What do you do to enjoy yourself when the weekend comes around? Maybe you find a good small group of individuals that share your interests and form a game night. Maybe there is someone special in your life that finds a good time for you. Possibly its the night life that draws one’s interest? I feel like living in the “now” is what makes true fun fulfilling for someone. You know, that thing called “fun” that many of us adults seem to be lost or confused by the definition. I speak of that innocent “kiddo” fun, but maybe the perversions of life has plagued many of our perceptions. How often do you get up and just go? Do something that elevates the mind and soul, free from time and stress.
I remember a time when fun didn’t involve having to deal with somebody’s demons. These days, after a long week of dealing with worldly headaches, can we just go out and get a beer or something? Or maybe some self medication? Can’t ask too many friends to go to the bar these days, lack of imagination causes us to not live in the moment. 75% of the time somebody is recovering from some kind of alcohol addiction, or is just one of those people that “don’t like the taste.” What am I babbling about this time? Reader, it gets old being the only one enjoying the liberation of a simple drink when everyone else is enjoying fruit punch or mountain dew. Alcohol addiction is no joke, but should I be persecuted for having self control?
True like they say, sometimes you miss the carefree lifestyle of a kid. For me, everyday you see or hear something that is depressing or destruction going on. For people in my shoes all we ask for is some good vibes. Do some of us know how? Know what this substance called “fun” I speak of? That stay together sort of feeling. That kicking it with the bro’s feeling. Lift me up, I guess that’s what I’m trying to say. I miss those days when predators were not such a huge epidemic. When you didn’t have to ask permission to grind up on a few girls in the bar because your a bit too intoxicated. An when they didn’t like it: you get smacked, or a drink poured on you, or kicked in the balls. Now you get sued or hit with social defamation; people want to make you hate yourself.
I miss that natural high from living life. Or maybe it never did exist. A childish imagination that this adult can’t let go of. Boredom, one of my toughest battles in life. Not saying I’m one of those jerks that are too smart to feel the rush from life anymore. Sometimes the things I do at a friends house, I could just do at home… by myself. Sh!t is so dry, water isn’t enough to hydrate. I love my family and friends but if your idea of fun is going to your house, put on Netflix for many hours while at the same time watching and listening to you on your phone crept in a corner. I would rather save the gas money. Why be tortured by the lack of engagement by the host, so boring.
“It is, what it is, and there is nothing you can do about it,” a saying I was told a lot when I was a child. Coming from the generation that was falsely told equality and opportunity for all. I always hated that line, felt it was just a nice way of saying “I won’t do sh!t.” I hate having to deal with somebody that I can’t work with. This case its laziness; in direction to this topic, not contributing to the cause. What’s the cause you might ask? Well the cause is how can I possibly make this garbage day of mine, be less garbage like. You ever have that friend that is apart of the team, but is not really a good teammate. Always suggesting to buy something or initiating a money spending activity, but looks at only you to cough up the cash. Backhanded friendships, what a waste of time.
Reader, by the end of all of this you’re wondering “If you’re just going to complain then what is your idea of a good time.” What I envision is being flooded around by love ones. All arriving with positive hearts, nothing but love and good energy. With maybe a buffet and music. No fighting or crying. And most importantly not dealing with those characters that act like they’re in a reality show; because not everyone’s feelings is that important for everyone to have to know. I would like times like this to be about making good memories.
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