i have acute moments where i re-realize that i might be the luckiest person ever. i am so in love with my life. with my man friend, with my pets, with all of the honest and hilarious people i am so privileged to know...
is there such a thing as too much fun? sometimes i wonder if we pack in all of the good times now, in a few years, and that it's some kind of overload. like you're only allowed so much per lifetime, and if you spend it all too soon, that you'll just burn out. either by death, or by waning out in a painful or just boring rest of your life.
but i will continue to operate on the assumption that that is not true.
is there such a thing as too much fun? sometimes i wonder if we pack in all of the good times now, in a few years, and that it's some kind of overload. like you're only allowed so much per lifetime, and if you spend it all too soon, that you'll just burn out. either by death, or by waning out in a painful or just boring rest of your life.
but i will continue to operate on the assumption that that is not true.
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wardy:
some times i really miss the simplicity of being a kid.
prophetnoise:
i doubt there can ever be an end to fun. I doubt there's some finite quantity of fun you can use up. I probably would have used that shit up a long ass time ago were that true 