This entry is part of my year-end, month-long Reverb 11 blogging project, where I reflect on my year in a series of daily blog posts. Today I am writing on FUN: What was the most fun you had this year?
I know many would likely expect a big good-times kind of entry when it comes to a year-end post about fun, but I have a confession to make: I don’t think I was really all that fun this year. At least, not compared to years past, when I practiced a much more lively sort of hedonism in my life. I am not sure if it is because I’m getting older, or if I found myself in a particularly introspective period of my life this year. I suspect it’s a bit of both, as well as being in a major fit of novel-writing. I wasn’t exactly a hermit, but I spent more nights in than out. And when I did go out, I found myself feeling often as if I were an alien visiting the human race, staring at what people get up to, being surprised at this strange practice of people talking at me, asking me questions and me having to ask questions as well. Why are they talking to me? Isn’t it strange that people gather in small, dark rooms to drink alcohol? And why do we have recreational activities in the first place? What are we recreating? Isn’t it all so odd?
It seems fitting that my most fun times this year didn’t involve verbalizing; it’s much easier for the introvert that I am to tear it up on a dance floor than have a conversation with someone I don’t know very well these days. Dancing all night at my favorite bar on the Lower East Side as my longtime crush DJ’d will always be a highlight in my memory of 2011; and any time I went bowling (no joke) was so much fun, especially if it involved beer and potato skins as well. And riding a horse? Fun, as well. But I was out of practice at having fun often, so in 2012 I would like to have a bit more of it, or at least remember how to have fun with human beings in a way that involves direct social engagement. My challenges, I tell you.