Scrapbooking. I love taking pictures, and have promised myself that I’m going to take at least one photo a day [please don’t ask how that’s working out, okay?]. The problem is, I end up with a ton of great photos [if I do say so myself] and a lack of interest in putting them in some sort of creative archival setting. Every once in a while, I’ll put together an album for someone, but I usually procrastinate and do it when I’m crunched for time and then end up hating the process and wanting to stab people with those ridiculously patterned scissors. What’s wrong with pictures in plastic sleeves?
Exercising. Some people get a runner’s high, cruising on endorphins. Others love to push themselves to the limit, treating their bodies like machines. I like to pamper myself, and not get carried away with exertion. And when I do exercise? I hate every. damn. minute.
Painting. I have wasted a ridiculous amount of money on canvas, watercolor paper, sketch pads, books on technique, paint brushes, water color paints, and tempra paints. I have had the sense [thus far] not to splurge on oils, but it’s been a near thing. For all the money I’ve spent, for all the hours I’ve watched Giant Afro Painter Guy on PBS, I’ve still not produced a single painting. No, not a single decent painting. A single painting at all.
Cooking. I’ve heard of people who like to cook, who say it’s their hobby. These people are either liars or they don’t actually have to cook every day for sustenance. Because that shit will end any interest in cooking as a hobby.
What type of hobbies do you pretend to have? Which ones do you actually have?
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