I'm Not Having Any Fun Any More
This is an unashamed lament.
When did we all stop having fun?
I mean, I obviously know why I have stopped having fun, because my growth was completely fucking stunted. But still, why did everyone else follow suit?
Each day at work I look beside me at the photo wall I have created to remind me of the exciting life I live outside the office, it's initial purpose to energise me and evoke fond memories not only of the times shown, but of more recent, more enoyable experiences I have had with my pals. Instead it has begun to depress me, because I don't really feel the same as I look in those photos...free and happy...
I see Mardi Gras, Big Day Out, Presets Cruise, 80's Skaters, Bloodbath, Down in the Park, Shipping Containers, Casa de Jess Oui, DJ Pseudonyms, High School Rampage, Jess Turns 20...what the fucking hell happened to us? I take full responsibility for bringing the whole thing crashing down with my poisionous relationship, but why did everyone else concede?
I just want to know when it became OK to stop trying...and in this rant I aim to be broad enough not to offend anyone too much, and to be broad enough to include myself in this category of apathy, understand these words are aimed at everyone and noone and are mainly for myself so I have an outlet to pour my agony into, because I don't know who is listening anymore.
I want change. I want change for everyone. I don't want it to be OK for things to stay the same. I don't want it to be OK to hide in comfort and familiarity. Where is everyone's fucking conviction? How the fuck are we supposed to know we mean anything to eachother when we're not even paying attention anymore?
FIGHT OR FLEE...DON'T JUST STAND THERE.
When did we all stop having fun?
I mean, I obviously know why I have stopped having fun, because my growth was completely fucking stunted. But still, why did everyone else follow suit?
Each day at work I look beside me at the photo wall I have created to remind me of the exciting life I live outside the office, it's initial purpose to energise me and evoke fond memories not only of the times shown, but of more recent, more enoyable experiences I have had with my pals. Instead it has begun to depress me, because I don't really feel the same as I look in those photos...free and happy...
I see Mardi Gras, Big Day Out, Presets Cruise, 80's Skaters, Bloodbath, Down in the Park, Shipping Containers, Casa de Jess Oui, DJ Pseudonyms, High School Rampage, Jess Turns 20...what the fucking hell happened to us? I take full responsibility for bringing the whole thing crashing down with my poisionous relationship, but why did everyone else concede?
I just want to know when it became OK to stop trying...and in this rant I aim to be broad enough not to offend anyone too much, and to be broad enough to include myself in this category of apathy, understand these words are aimed at everyone and noone and are mainly for myself so I have an outlet to pour my agony into, because I don't know who is listening anymore.
I want change. I want change for everyone. I don't want it to be OK for things to stay the same. I don't want it to be OK to hide in comfort and familiarity. Where is everyone's fucking conviction? How the fuck are we supposed to know we mean anything to eachother when we're not even paying attention anymore?
FIGHT OR FLEE...DON'T JUST STAND THERE.