I’m sitting here grinning at a square piece of paper. It’s the tag-end of some stationary cube, and there’s one thing that immediately comes to mind – making a fortune-teller. It’s about the only bit of origami I can do regularly and reliably (okay, and letter-folding, and so I do it pretty frequently.
I know I’m not a child anymore, but that’s besides the point – it’s something I enjoy, and apparently, so do others. I cannot remember where I was specifically, but I’d made a handful, complete with writing in the cryptic fortunes (You will make out with a lamp, you will die a horrible horrible death, etc). I’d been cheerfully flashing them around, offering to tell the fortunes of people in the area/working wherever it was that I happened to be. I ended up leaving all my tiny creations with people there, because they had forgotten that they had to be a grown-up long enough to have a good laugh over a bit of paper and ink.
As it were, it warms my heart that there are still many out there that don’t think adulthood means putting aside childish things. One of my distant friends, Melissa, is the CEO and Amyrlin of TarValon.net, a Wheel of Time fansite. While I continue to have no interest in ever joining the site (though my hat is off to what looks to have been an amazing tenth anniversary, one that remembered the fans rather than self-accolades), I have been nothing but pleased of what I’ve heard of her admin meetings. I think that it’s completely appropriate and mete to have said meetings in a pillow fort, and for said pillow fort to have a bar – it’s the best of all worlds.
I also have to wonder if, perhaps, it seems a lot more common to embrace that which we’ve loved since childhood because of the nature of my friends. We are mainly geeks/nerds/etc, the outcasts of life. When you’ve come to terms with this and have a non-interest in fitting with the mainstream, perhaps it’s easier to continue enjoying being a burrito (wrapping yourself up in a blanket and rolling/running around maniacally), or making drinking games out of childhood favorites (this is for my dead puzzling homies! *pours out a bit*).
And maybe that’s why those who shun childish things so strongly raise children that don’t know how to play. I’m not saying this is fact, but merely a speculation that might make sense. I’ve certainly thought hard on that subject when at parties watching people get drunk or high or whatever. Play is good for everybody, but some people need the excuse to get around to having proper silly fun.
So here’s my challenge to you all – go do something proper fun today. Whether it’s coloring (or paint with water – I’d kill for some of that!), doing a Mad Lib or three, or just hitting up the swings at the playground, do it, and enjoy the crap out of it. No liquor, no drugs, no excuses – just go do something fun. You’ll feel happier for it, honest.
And, with that in mind, I hope everyone has a fabulous weekend.