The Japanese language itself is neutral.
It’s neither fun nor boring. It just is.
So where does the fun come from?
Wow, that sounds like…a line from an Oompa Loompa song.
Wait, no, so…back in topic.
Samuel Langhorne Clemens, better known by his rap name, Mark Twain, once wrote:
“Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do, and…Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do.”
People will climb mountains for sport, risking life and limb, but will be hard-pressed to wash their dishes.
Fun is all about choice. Fun comes from choice. Your choices. Your choices of things and people are what make Japanese fun.
So for you who have had your innocent, childlike souls crushed by years of indoctrination disguised as education, here is a systematic method, an Al Gore Rhythm, for discovering and generating fun.
There. It’s almost insultingly simple. But I know that a lot of you get royally tripped up on steps 2 and 3: You stop doing things you do want to do, and you keep doing things you don’t want to do. As Hajji from “The Real Adventures of Johnny Quest” used to say, “this is not good”.
The only reason you’re not having fun is because you either don’t try stuff, or because you reject whatever fun you do discover. Or both.
You’re not going to learn this language by suffering. You’re just going to burn out. And it won’t be the language’s fault, it’ll be your fault for being a freaking masochist. If you deliberately choose to do boring crap most of the time, don’t be surprised if you hate yourself and your life.
It’s time to outgrow pain. There is nothing to gain there. Remember, pain, like evil, makes you stupid, because it leads you to conflate suffering with progress. It makes you choose to hurt yourself by default. “This hurts so much, it must be good for me”. No.
Pain makes you stupid. Stop getting hurt. Start getting addicted. Experiment. Reject. Accept.
Boredom, like poison, is a matter of dosage. Some things are fun for 3 seconds, some for 3 minutes, some for 3 hours, some for 3 days. Do not exceed the dosage. Stop when you’ve had enough. Move on. Switch it up. Come back for more later. Or not.
I know I’m repeating myself. But you need it. Drop the whip. Pick up the honey.