Sometimes I feel like as a teen I went back and forth a lot between “liking basic stuff means you’re shallow and boring” and “liking obscure stuff makes you sound fake deep and pretentious” and eventually got to “it’s actually way more insufferable to be obsessed with not seeming shallow or pretentious to the point that it results in self repression and impacts what you allow yourself to enjoy” and every so often I have to remind myself of this.
So much “enjoyment” around me in my life has felt performative and inauthentic, of both the mundane and of the more niche- consumerist culture, especially pertaining to short lived trends, and societal expectations and values are some factors at play here (I could get into this more, but what I’m saying now is meant to be more about the effects of broader socialpolitical contexts on how people approach recreation, and how people are affected on an individual, or at least a smaller scale, rather than an analysis of the contexts themselves).
I think about trends that come in go within months, or even less, and how people will buy piles of cheaply made slop just to throw it all away a year later and make TikToks about their “cringe phase(s)”. I think about how making art and posting it for other people to see is referred to as “content creation” and artists of all sorts are expected to pump out work like machines, unless they want to be punished by algorithms, maybe even berated by their own fans. So many buzzwords with so little substance.
To me, all of this reeks of people starving of things that actually make them feel enjoyment in a way that feeds their soul and leaves them fulfilled and replenished. I don’t deny the possibility that this could be a projection of my own experiences, but to me, it looks like trying and failing to fill a void, at least in part.
I am trying to learn to enjoy things again with the wonder that I used to have as an autistic child- before school, before I started to become aware of the these contradictory, empty unsaid expectations around things- that in theory, should be about having fun. I’m trying to learn how to play again as an adult and what that means for me. Trying to learn to embrace my intuition instead of ignoring it (in general, but in this context, specifically in regards to what I do or don’t enjoy, how I enjoy it, etc). Play is important for development and emotional wellbeing in a child, but I think it’s very easy to underestimate how important is for adults, too.
I hope if there’s anything you take from this post, it’s some encouragement to find ways to play that feel natural and right for you. This may not work for everybody, but I’ve been trying to do things that I remember enjoying a lot as a kid. Getting back into Minecraft, playing it with low expectations and just screwing around, letting my imagination roam. Trying to approach making art and reading books like I’m playing instead of performing labor. Making concoctions out of things I find outside just because I can. Digging out my old toys from the basement, choosing some to bring out to add some whimsy to my bedroom. Trying to let myself stim more freely and unashamedly, at least when possible. When I can get past my anxiety enough to do so, getting dressed up and wearing things that I think are fun instead of wearing mundane things and trying to make myself less noticeable. This week I got on my childhood swing in the middle of the night. It’s been very difficult for me to get immersed, due to the weight of everything, but it’s been worth it to keep trying.