What truly makes you happy? Everyone who reads this will have a different answer, from the sublime to the ridiculous. But I'll bet one thing that whatever it is, it will be something that you like to do, that you choose to do, rather than something someone suggested would be 'fun' or 'oh come on, it'll be a laugh!'.
The older and more grumpier and intolerant I get, the more it never ceases to amaze me how other people seem to think that they know more than you do about what you'll enjoy. After all, one man/woman's enjoyable experience is another man/woman's idea of hell. It's the strict social code of expectations. It's like North Korea, only with fake tans/false nails/hair extensions.
Everything from "team building" to the dreaded "social event" is a disaster waiting to happen. Don't-be-such-a-killjoy/You need-to-go-to-this-cause-it'll-be-a-great-laugh, they say.
No thank you.
Oh and by the way, we're not killjoys, we know how to have fun too: just don't force it on us.
2 comments:
Dancing is my pet hate.I hate nightclubs full stop really but I can't dance to save my life and I feel *really* uncomfortable attempting it.And that makes me boring :) Thankfully though,I do have one or two friends who feel the same.
Now you're definitely not boring! Long live non-conformity :)
I do actually like dancing despite the two left feet, but I hate all the rubbish round about it.
I suppose the best thing about being in your 40s is that there's less pressure to do stuff, but it doesn't stop those "well-meaning" types trying to involve you anyway.
Post a Comment