#funbobby

Please refer to my last post or episode 10 of season 2 of the 90′s sitcom “Friends.” You’ve heard of it? No? You see, it was a situation comedy television show about a group of six friends, some of them also family members, who live in a city and have troubles. Often they drink coffee. 

If you don’t know the episode, “Fun Bobby” is a fella Monica dates for a hot minute. In the opening scene, Bobby leaves the girls’ apartment and Rachel remarks that they went through 6 bottles of wine. The gang compares notes and their glasses only add up to 2 bottles, leaving them to suspect that Fun Bobby might be “fun for a reason.” Monica confronts him about it later and he agrees to try going sober, which results in what Chandler calls “Ridiculously Dull Bobby.” 

I’ve been feeling a little boring lately. Is that coming across? No? Well, you see, some people (namely: most, more relatedly namely: me) use alcohol or other delights to open themselves up in social situations, as it’s well documented that alcohol and other delights lower your Inhibition. Inhibition is the invisible adhesive of self-consciousness that holds your lips together, keeps your butt attached to your seat and glues your eyes to floor while you shuffle dance. It’s easy to forget that I’m a shy person when my Inhibition is continually being dissolved. It’s hard to feel boring when I’m used to feeling fun. 

I smoked over the weekend. I was at a festival and there was a party full of lovely, kind comedy folk that I have a ton in common with and with whom conversation should be totally easy. But I felt myself pulling inward, because many of them were still technically strangers, and I just wanted to relax. I took one hit. I was just going to get “a little high.” Any smoker knows that dangerous phrase. There’s never getting just a little high. And because of my newly earned low-low tolerance, one hit was all it took.

But did this turn me gregarious and loquacious, you ask? No! My shuffle dance did turn into an all out Kid ‘n Play House Party dance off, but my eyes were still glued to the floor. Because I can’t follow a conversation when I’m that blazed. And, more often than not, weed makes me want to be alone even more. But I did feel Fun.