You see, I only just remembered to do this blog today, which sucks. Because I still haven't got into the habit, which means pretty soon I'm likely to forget one day. And then I will miss a payment.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
*Ahem*. Now then, that's over with. So, I went to a birthday party today of one of my friends' fathers, who is fifty. The 5-0. Five decades. Sweeeeet. Of course, since he's only my friend's dad and not my friend himself, I don't know him all that well and therefore only really came to be polite and to wish him a happy birthday, after which my friend, my other friend and me went outside with a football and had a kick-about for a while down at the local field.
Just as we were heading back to the pub, which was where the party was held, two of my friend's little cousins came running out, Mummy right behind them. So, because we'd feel guilty and harsh if we didn't, we agreed to go kick the ball around for a bit longer to entertain the younglings.
Now, this will sound extremely depressing. But I had more fun with the little kids than my mates.
Okay, that really was depressing. In fact, let's phrase it another way. I had more fun with the younger boys than I did with my mates who now go another school and who I only see once a month, if that. There, that doesn't seem so bad. But the reason for that was because they were so full of laughter. No matter what you said, a giggle from your waist level occurred.
As a result, me and one of my mates decided to be the goalposts while one of the younglings was the 'keeper. He saved about half the shots fired, me and my mate pulling off dramatic dives for their entertainment. At one point it resulted in a wrestling match between me and the other goalpost - fake of course, wrestling is pretty pointless - which had the kiddies in fits of laughter.
Maybe we run out of the laughter fuel when we get older. God knows I couldn't laugh for so long without feeling out of breath, and I'm only fourteen. Perhaps it's like the oil crisis now - pretty soon it'll be gone altogether. I scared myself when that notion popped into my head - no laughing once I'm into adulthood? No more happy moments at the park? No more giggling at some immature jokes in a film starring Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly?
But then I console myself. I see a lot of adults walking around, their faces turned down and frowing. But there's just as many who walk around with a positive air, smiling and friendly. Obviously not the guys who work at KFC or anything, but just average you and me type people. So maybe it isn't the fuel that is important. It's the will. And only a few people lose the will or the hope for laughter. I sure as hell hope I'm not going to lose that will, it'd be the most depressing thing to ever happen. Until then, I'm going to watch some hilarious literal music videos. Know the song that was posted last time? The music video was taken off YouTube - tears. But this guy called Dusto McNeato who makes funny YouTube came up with this great original idea. Check it out, it'll certainly fill up your laughter tank right to the brim.
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