Hi Guys,
It's that time again (good for a Friday!) where I hand you over to the hilarious Benners; filling you in on the most intimate details of his travelling experiences ;]. Here he continues his story in Cancun... Enjoy!
EP 4 – Cancun, Mexico: “The Meaning Of 'Fun' And What It Takes To Have
Some...”
I battled with
myself on a Monday afternoon at the beach near my hotel. “Was I having fun?” I
asked myself continuously. The answer: I don't know. What is 'fun'? I guess it
depends who you are. Some people find eating a large tub of Haagen Dazs a real
treat, others really enjoy skateboarding, others get a kick out of hearing
themselves speaking; but are we always having fun doing these activities? Is it
fun when you’re sat getting a coronary heart bypass because you’re an obese man,
meant to be enjoying the prime of his life, only you ate too much ice-cream? Is
it fun, I mean, constantly fun skateboarding? Never one day were you just think,
'Man, I can't be fucked today. I'm going home to watch Simpsons.' Never a single
moment where you've realised you are actually talking so much you are boring
people and you have to stop and take a quick reality check?
'Fun' for me
ultimately depends on how you feel and whom you are with, for example: You buy
your girlfriend some Haagen Dazs, take it over to her place and eat it with her,
watching a movie you hate but deal with, and then later she calls you 'her
Daddy' and it's all smiles – that sounds fun? You had fun right? Now imagine you
buy that same cookie-dough ice-cream but you eat it alone, in your room,
depressed because your girlfriend gave Mental Dave a hand-job and you couldn't
find a spoon because you’re a fucking loser so you had to lick, suck and slurp
the whole sub-temperature treat out of the container like a knob. That's not fun
at all.
Or you go skateboarding with all your friends at your favourite
spot, the weather is amazing, everyone is stoked, you land a new trick, catching
the eye of an emo girl who takes you round the back of the aquarium for a
blow-job, and it's amazing – that’s a fun, pleasurable day, one I'm pleased to
say I did experience during my youth. On the more painful end of the spectrum,
imagine you go skateboarding but none of your friends turn up ‘cause they aren't
your friends at all – they think you're a dick. You turn up, approach the
staircase at full speed but then some chavs appear out of nowhere, give you a
fucking good kickin', take all your shit and draw a cock on your head in
permanent marker. That's not much fun. We don't enjoy this.
The only
exception to the 'how you feel and whom you are with' rule is if you add
mind-altering substances in to the mix. If you were drunk during the 'kickin' or
the 'depressed ice-cream' moments, you were probably still having a shit time,
but it hurt less; much less. So after dragging my ass off the beach, wiping the
tears off of the photo album my wonderful sister took the time to make me, and
drinking a small bottle of tequila alone in my room at the hotel, I went out and
I was not coming home until I had fun – my kinda fun...
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