Death of Fun 💀

Do people like to have fun anymore?  Not like sitting in a dark room and doomscrolling while watching gay-ass Netflix, I'm talking real fucking fun.  Music and junk food and running naked through the woods on shrooms in the daytime & collapsing in a cuddle puddle on pure MDMA at night and watching the stars turn to sunbeams as you discuss the nature of death and God and receive the best head of your life before passing out only to do it all again the next day. 

Laughing until your sides ache at stupid inside jokes with old friends; dancing until your legs feel like Jello with strangers who feel like friends.  Soaking your cares away in a natural hot spring.  Reaching a near-transcendent state in a desert drum circle & partaking in the sacred medicine of the Native American Church around a fire in a tee pee.  Road-tripping with the top down and the volume up.  Dancing in the rain and scattering like cockroaches when lightning strikes.  Sliding backwards down a water slide in an inner tube with 3 other maniacs in the summer and doing the same down a snowy mountainside in the winter... 

These are the moments that make a life.  Not the selfies posted, the overtime worked, the test scores made, the money spent or other superficial shit.  It breaks my heart to see kids going through the motions & focusing so much on appearances that they forget to live.  Perfectly-coiffed Gen Z clones who regurgitate the same lame catchphrases, poses and clothing styles--nary an independent thought between them.  Paying hundreds for concert tickets only to spend the entire show with their lame-ass cell phones in the air.  I could understand 5-10 minutes as a souvenir to remember it by or to share with those who weren't there, but not the WHOLE. FUCKING. CONCERT. 

It's like going to the beach on a beautiful day with all your friends only to spend the entire time with your head down searching for seashells to take home.  Never talking to anyone, setting foot in the water, bodyboarding or soaking up the rays next to a radio while you watch hotties walk by.  Just obsessively scanning the sand for shells.  But when you get them home, they're just stupid fucking shells.  Same with photos and videos of past events.  They could never be as magical as actually living in the moment & recalling it later.

What is "off my phone?"

It's far better to enjoy the concert--to dance, sing, mosh, chat with the cool chick next to you, fight with some drunk bitch in the lobby & actually enjoy the band than do a shitty job of documenting the concert for later.  But try telling that to anyone born after 2001 and prepare for the buffering screen of death.  (Wow, there's even a name for it!  Give you one guess what it is).  

Sure, I might be an introverted autist who spends 90% of my time alone and indoors, but no matter where I am, I'm 100% present.  And all that fun shit I listed above?  Actually did it and lots more.  Somehow I managed to get a degree, maintain a 12-year relationship (over now, but nevertheless), make and keep the best friends in the world, live independently & stay out of jail/rehab/debt.  If I died tomorrow the only thing  I'd regret is getting stuck on people who weren't worth the tears & didn't feel the same about me.  Kinda happens a lot.  But at least I'm not a fake drone living a hollow ass life.  🤷🏻‍♀

Now off to buy snacks for girls' night.