Wow, it feels like it's been forever since I've posted on LJ. But I'm really, really glad to be back. :D
So...I was having a discussion with
situationgirl the other night about getting older and how, for some people, that means letting go of drinking or smoking or doing drugs. People aren't always anti- those things, but they just chose to stay away. Or they
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Joe and I took a road trip to visit a friend not that long ago, and we spent about 3 hours straight, just telling a story to each other. He was asking about how it is you really plot something, and then we just started making up a story and feeding off each other, exploring this plot we were creating. "No that can't happen it would be too predictable, how about there's a secret message hidden in a donut..." We just imagined stuff together.
I really like the memory of our pseudo-drunkenness because we were all essentially saying, fuck actually getting wasted, we can just imagine it. When you have people who'll let their imaginations play with yours, you're pretty fucking lucky. You're creating something. It is hard to think of anything that makes me feel more alive.
So I try to manage my time to make sure there's room for writing or hanging out with cool, smart people, or exploring/adventuring/playing. I may be a grown up now, and I have responsibilities I will not abandon, but I still seek out and appreciate joy. Joy is even more important than a good cup of coffee or homemade ice cream. Though for me, there is definitely overlap there. :)
So if someone has told you that grown ups don't have fun, or get excited about cool stuff, you should kick them in the kneecap, or blow bubbles at them and invite them to play hopscotch. Don't lose your sense of wonder.
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