I don’t want
to do that,
that doesn’t
look fun,
it looks
more frustrating
than fun, it
looks like
a chore of Sisyphus
or
Hercules or
Atlas.
That’s great
that you
want to do
it though.
I’ll just
watch here from
the lounge.
Yes, I see you.
You’re doing
great.
No I don’t
want a turn.
I’m not into
that because
I suffer
from anxiety issues
and I’d
rather not stress myself
out. I hate
my own nervous sweat.
I hate
taking unnecessary risks
for the sake
of, “fun”.
Let’s sit
and talk and laugh,
let’s get
close and embrace
each other’s
souls for a few
minutes. You
can get back to
elephant
skydiving in a bit.
It’ll be
fine.
Let’s watch
this funny movie,
let’s talk
about what makes us
laugh, let’s
talk about the terrors
of our
childhoods and the joys
of our
twenties. No, no, I don’t
want your
exotic mango tea.
I don’t
water ski,
I don’t
snowboard,
I don’t swim
in lakes,
I don’t
boat,
I don’t like
your dog, your cat,
I don’t like
your chest tattoo.
I want to
hold your hand
as we walk
gently along a
lake path at
sunset,
I want to
watch you sip
a cup of
coffee and read the
paper.
I want to
hear you laugh
so loudly
and so powerfully
that others
around you can’t
help but
wonder what the hell is
wrong with
you, but they smile
while
thinking it.
No thank you
on the ATV ride,
no thank you
for the scooter trip,
no thank you
on the cruise,
no thank you
for the trapeze lessons,
no thank you
for the pot,
no thank you.
Let’s be
boring,
let’s be
calm,
let’s be
nothing but here.
Put the
mountain climbing
brochure
down.
Look at me.
That’s my
kind of fun,
just
enjoying you, us, in
the moment,
sun in your
hair, your
eyes squinted from
sunlight and
laughter.
No stress
there.
That’s the
fun of Dionysus,
of
Euphrosyne and I am
in love with
my calm, quiet
life and I’d
like for you to be
as well. The
details are better
than the
fast lived outlines.
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