I wish there were…

… There were five things I did for fun. The simple fact is everything I do is done to either learn, improve myself and or gain new knowledge as to how something works. The rest of it is to either keep me sane, fit or acts as a deterrent from wanting to kill other people or myself. I do not think there is anything I do for the sake of something so simple as having fun.

I go to Karate twice a week not because it is fun. It is deadly serious and though we may all laugh during class, we are there with the single purpose of learning the art of Karate. Karate is a deadly serious martial art and though I always hope that I never have to use it in a live situation, I am quite prepared to do. That is of course if my well being or that of my loved ones is at stake. That it keeps me fit, improves co-ordination and multiple other benefits. It is not for fun that I go to learn how to break limbs and snap necks. Going to the gym is hardly fun either, sometimes it is downright bloody agony. The next morning can be hell as well as your limbs are stiff and lifting them is a trial in itself. Making your lungs work overtime, sweat dripping in your eyes and feeling like blood is going to squirt out your ears is barely amusing. However the health benefits physical, mental and otherwise are undoubted. Knowing you lifted more today than last time and will do the same next time all adds up.

On a less strenuous note painting is barely fun, it is downright nerve wracking. Knowing that one false move can screw a painting up, working out what to paint causes anxiety, mental health goes out the window and self doubt comes in to replace it. None of that can barely be called fun, it is downright horrible. there again having artists block and not being able to work is even worse, that is where depression creeps in and paralysis strikes. That is barely fun. Creativity can be a real bitch, cooking is a cruel necessity. Don’t cook, go hungry, not an option. Too much hungry, get sick… Die. Not yet!

How many is that? Three. Can masturbation be considered to be fun? It blows off steam, whether it is fun or not is another matter, I guess it can be and there are probably more wholesome activities I can write of rather than pulling myself off. ( Pretend you did not read that.) Shredding old documents ahs a certain satisfaction to it, then there is the disposal of said material. Making bonfires in the garden is not really an option any more. People complain, the ash makes a real mess plus its anti-social. I do happen to like winding people up, drawing on contentious issues that kind of thing. This is pure ego of course, its not particularly clever, its definitely big headed and can lead to punch ups, which believe it or not are really good fun. I like hurting people, it gives an enormous sense of satisfaction, that is why I refrain from doing such. It is the ego at play and that beast can be satisfied in myriad different ways, violence is not one of them. Violence comes in many different forms, physical, verbal psychological, mental to mention just some.

I like eating, but whether eating is fun is open to debate. I eat to sustain, nourish and feed my body. I do not think it fun, it is necessary for life itself and this has already been opined elsewhere. Is that five? Do I care? So if these things here listed are not done for fun, then at least satisfaction is gained from them and sometimes even pleasure. Is pleasure fun? It can be, sometimes. Ask the Marquis De Sade, if he was alive he may be able to voice his feelings on the matter. In the meantime you can read his books or ask a psychologist. Cause as an artist I think I have written enough here and indeed though there is plenty more that could be written, there is nothing more I can think of. ( For now.)

Actually Ghost Hunting with David Vee as serious as it was, was great fun. But that is gone now.