Tuesday, October 6, 2009

The Fun Fairy

Our parents are great. They do so much for us and love us unconditionally, and really we could never do anything that would amount enough to repay them. We're grateful to them, and really should be far more grateful. We're really really lucky. But something's weird. Parents are amazing, no doubt about it, but why aren't they fun-loving people like us? Once in a while they'll have a spurt of childlike fun, but like a shooting star, it's there and gone. I honestly can't imagine myself becoming like that, all business, no fun. I don't want to become like that. It confuses me. What happens between now and then that turns them into non-fun people? During math class today I came up with a clever theory.

So what happens between teenage times and adult hood is that once you turn thirty, on the last day that you are twenty nine, a fun fairy appears out of your pillow. She looks like whatever you enjoy the most. She could look like a block of cheese, like a baseball, like a video game, whatever your heart most desires. Naturally, you'd want to go towards it. It's nature's greatest lure. Once she draws you in, she coils around you like a snake, and sucks all your fun out with a big hug. Then it's all over. She's turned you into an adult. Then she erases everyone's memory of you ever being fun. Trippy. I wonder how I figure this out. Maybe the fun fairy will get me early now.

1 comment:

  1. HAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA OH ERIC HAHAHHAHAHHA
    i love your theories. they're so unrealistic

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