My idea of fun keeps changing, like a TV remote that won’t stop flipping channels. One day, I’m excited to try something new, and a few months later, I go back to the “used fun“—the same old things I thought I was done with. My brain is always chasing something fresh but ends up in the same old loop.

What I’m trying to say is… Sorry, there’s no fun in it because it already became “used fun”