Are We Having Fun Yet?

I don’t know where the question “Are we having fun yet?” originated, but it’s a great question.

My wife and I were recently watching an episode from Madam Secretary near the end of which the older daughter passed on a complaint from one of her younger siblings. “We never do anything fun anymore.” To which Elizabeth McCord, after careful thought and against the strong advice of the Secret Service man attending her, took the whole family outside in the dark and had a great time sledding on cafeteria trays down a snowy hill.

That got me thinking. I’m a rather serious person, regardless of my quirky sense of humor. I enjoy things that are funny, but I seldom laugh aloud. When I do, you can be sure I think something isn’t just funny, but hilarious.

But “funny” isn’t the equivalent of “fun.” What is fun, and is it something I ever have? And, if not, is it something I actually miss having?

Hmm. Deep thoughts. Thoughts that aren’t fun.

I can think of hundreds of things that aren’t the least fun. Coming up with topics for my blog posts when my mind is blank falls into that category. So does smelling broccoli when it’s cooking–or any other time.

There are hundreds of other things I don’t mind doing, but wouldn’t describe as fun. Writing blog posts once I have a topic is one of them. Another is getting up at 6:30 a.m. in my retirement to help with breakfast. I’m happy to show my appreciation for my wife’s going to work while I stay home and write. But fun? Nope.

“Fun” supposedly signifies something amusing or entertaining. So my un-fun dictionary tells me.

I’m glad I went to a Casting Crowns concert last year, but it wasn’t fun. The same for the dozen or so years my parents took me to see the Richmond Ballet’s version of The Nutcracker. Truly astounding experiences, but not fun.

I enjoy playing my guitar, writing new songs, and recording them at home. Fun? Not on your life! Writing and recording are hard work.

What about writing “The End” on my work-in-progress? I know I’ll have to go back through it, editing and revising it sometimes more than a dozen times. That’s a pleasant challenge, but not fun.

How about vacations? Depending on where we go and what we do there, there are enjoyable moments. But fun? Not for more than a few minutes at a time.

If you’re starting to think I’m a little weird, join the crowd. I can’t help wondering about myself. What’s wrong with me that I can’t “have fun” more easily and more often?

I don’t have an answer to that. But the good thing is I enjoy and appreciate life in general. Every day is a gift from God, and my sincere desire is to try to live the way He wants me to. I’m rarely depressed, and I’m constantly thankful for the multitude of blessings He’s given me–and continues to give me.

Maybe “fun” isn’t something I need much of to lead a meaningful life. I’m satisfied with who I am and where I am and what I’m doing. That’s more important to me than “having fun.”

What about you? Are you having fun yet, or are you more of a serious person like me? How about leaving a comment?

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2 thoughts on “Are We Having Fun Yet?

  1. Love this post! Great idea! Fun idea for me!

    I think I am dedicated to having fun. When I cook I have a hilarious time in the kitchen with my underlings. many a time we had a food fight with the trimmings that were meant for the trash… Peels and bad parts and ends all flung with an utmost seriousness. The rest of the staffs in the mall would just look at us and marvel. They were not having fun, but fun envy.

    Or telling my kid a story about hunting with bazookas and machetes and watching him ripple with laughter when I explain how we chopped up a hyena in Africa into salami-like slices… Ah…

    Or goofing off in a serious situation, like at a church service or doctors office… non-sequiturs… which to me are the funniest things of all, the unexpected, out of place action that sends you reeling… I don’t know… I’m a bad boy sometimes…


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