Riddle: Why did the lichen go out with the mushroom?
Answer: Because he was a fungi.
Does anyone else get very nervous when they hear that a guy is Fun? Fun guys scare me because, as far as I can tell, Fun guys don’t know how to have fun for less than about $50 an hour. Fun guys run around doing things with speedboats, parachutes, and submachine guns – all things that make you go wide-eyed and “wow that’s so cool” although it’s never seemed cool enough for you to actual waste money on it.
Fun guys don’t really get why you haven’t, though. Possibly it’s because you’re not Fun. They get a kick out of regaling you with tales of their Fun exploits going back to high school when they purchased a $300 motor for their bicycle. And in return, the most you can offer them are relatively parsimonious exploits involving 12-foot-long potato eyes or diet coke and mentos.
I never get very far with Fun guys. In the briefest case, we never went out at all because the shadchan changed her mind after Fun Guy strolled into her house unabashedly wearing a $200 tie. “Maybe he’s not for you after all,” she said.
Fun guys scare me because the fairly innocuous label Fun implies the dreaded label High Maintenance. Guys who need to hop onto jetskis or ATVs on a regular basis in order to feel like they’re enjoying themselves are an Expensive Proposition. I somehow feel confident that my husband and I will have enough to argue about without a signed and sealed guarantee that we’ll also argue over recreational expenses.
It’s not that I don’t get a kick out of adrenaline rushes. It just doesn’t make my list of necessities for survival. On a tight, newlywed budget, or hampered by containing a miniature human, I could have plenty of Fun with old newspapers and packing tape. To me, Fun can exist without adrenaline.
Whereas, one gets the impression that a Fun guy, deprived of high-end, high-speed, high-altitude, and high-tech Fun, would either lose his identity and melt away into just another dreary, overweight, cubicle gopher, or chafe at the bit and run away, probably in a red sports convertible averaging 106 mph.
And who needs that?
When I try to recall the most memorable moments of my life, they don’t involve speed, height, or fancy equipment. Usually they do involve creating/accomplishing something, learning something, or spending time with people.
Things Bad4 Does or Would Like to Do for Fun:
Make elaborate Purim costumes
Throw parties with interesting new foods or fun themes
Hike in relatively remote wilderness (swim there too [if applicable])
Sing along to a fun song while strumming an air guitar or dancing around the room with a family member
Tap a maple tree and make syrup out of it
Study martial arts
Tease Good4 (maybe this should be #1?)
Bike/roller blade/run with a friend
Kayak around Manhattan (okay, never gonna happen…)
Scuba dive (one day… okay maybe not. But here’s my splurge)
Grow a vegetable garden
Play Settlers of Catan
Meet new people and hear about their lives
Read a funny book on a green lawn in a light breeze with a frosted glass of water and a big pile of cookies just an arm’s length away
Play tag (come on… you know you want to!)