We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

fun.

Sometimes... therapy makes me cry.

"Why can't you do things just because it's fun?"

Fun?

Why can't I?

Fun?

I feel like that's something people who are fun do. Those who are fun to be around, fun-ny, those who enjoy and flow. I flow as much as the ocean. Only oceans don't flow. They spread themselves too thin and yet are deep, dark and mysterious. Scary and inviting. They are predictable and unsettling. They hold so much, feel so much but we always look the same. The ocean is the moon's child. They restrict themselves to only tickle the little toe of the beach's feet. We creep and then slowly retreat back to where we belong. Land is where fun resides. That's not where I, the ocean, belong.

People like me can't have fun.