You Used to Be Fun

“You used to be fun.”
And sometimes I do
long for the bottle that
obliterated my dark-
ness. It used to work.
It’s terrible how some-
thing so evil is the
thing that allowed
me to be fun. Ter-
minate this carcass
that used to be fun.

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  1. #1 by Carl D'Agostino on July 19, 2011 - 2:10 am

    I thought I was having fun. It was a desperate attempt to fool myself into having fun. The fun was flavored by a lot of not fun.

    • #2 by Carl on July 19, 2011 - 9:10 pm

      Yes. When I was barely conscious, I’m not sure if I could have defined fun.

  2. #3 by scribbla on July 19, 2011 - 2:23 am

    Well said, Carl. Well said.

    • #4 by Carl on July 19, 2011 - 9:12 pm

      Thank you, Andrew. You are very kind!

  3. #5 by pattisj on July 19, 2011 - 11:07 pm

    Trying to be “fun” to the detriment of all else isn’t fun for very long. I suppose the one who made that statement–you used to be fun–was looking for company for their misery. I’m glad you’re an over-comer, Carl.

    • #6 by Carl on July 20, 2011 - 10:17 pm

      Thank you Patti – You cheer me on!

  4. #7 by Kay Camden on July 20, 2011 - 9:49 am

    “Fun” to others, depending on the nature of those others, can sometimes be self-destructive.

    • #8 by Carl on July 20, 2011 - 10:21 pm

      Yes. The true fun is deep in the heart without any pollution.

  5. #9 by Evelyn on July 21, 2011 - 7:46 pm

    So very sad. This place touches the sorest of spots with insistent pressure.

    • #10 by Evelyn on July 21, 2011 - 7:47 pm

      I meant piece. true tears over this reality.

      • #11 by Carl on July 21, 2011 - 11:08 pm

        Thank you for commenting. I appreciate it.

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