A Realization

I've forgotten how to have fun. Whenever I engage in an activity that is supposed to be fun, I worry about making sure that I can do it better on my end, or that I'm not pissing someone else off or being too selfish or making them uncomfortable or a thousand other things. When, after all of the other considerations have been taken care of, and I do manage to have fun with something, it's always tainted by the idea that I could have had *more* fun somehow if only I knew how.

You know what? Fuck that noise. I'm tired of trying to analyze comic books to see how all the pieces fit together in a broader story arc -- it's fun to contemplate up to a point, but looking for ways to pad a comic book review that no one reads anyway is just stupid. What the hell?

This month I'm going to dedicate myself to doing things because they're fun, or at least finding the fun again in the things I do.