Truth be told, I just don’t have many hobbies. I didn’t really do any extracurricular junk in high school or university, and I don’t really now, either. I’m tired of responding ‘making iphone apps lols’ when somebody asks me what I like to do.
This needs to change.
And for this very reason, I’m beginning a new life policy on Monday: I will become passionately, absolutely involved in a different hobby every week, and only for a week. These hobbies can be suggested by anybody, and once a hobby has been suggested, it absolutely needs to be attempted - there’s no getting out of it.
Couple early ground rules I’ll be laying down for myself:
First hobby begins on Monday, August 30th: The week of Beading. First project will be a macaroni necklace. Fucking excited.
Strictly hypothetically speaking, it would probably be a little socially-arguable to google the job position of the girl that you met on the corner at the red light at Pine & Leavenworth. And I suppose it might be a little creepy to stumble across her LinkedIn profile, which you then might hypothetically use to search Facebook and stumble across her profile.
You might be hypothetically intrigued by the fact that she “increased lead flow by 20% while strengthing brand awareness,” or that she has a masters in Financial Analysis from some university in the Ukraine.
You might even, then, consider sending her a Facebook message making up some lame excuse for not properly introducing yourself on the corner of Pine & Leavenworth.
Or maybe you could just ask for a number next time.
A few items you may find on a sunny day in Dolores Park, SF: rice pudding popsicle (check), ibiza leather fanny pack (check), & a free coloring book for marketing purposes (check).
There’s absolutely no reason for you to not chase whatever it is that you want, even if you’re not entirely sure what it is that you’re chasing.
My father always told me that the day we stop learning is the day we die. I wrote this as a sort of preparation for my 35th birthday last week. Some of these are poignant, others are simply trite; I attribute the latter to my growing sense of sentimentality as I age. That, and I need an editor.
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