I MUST CONFESS: I Need A Hobby
So I logged onto the computer the other day, like I do most days, and began chatting with an online (or imaginary) friend.
"What have you been doing?" she asked, as usual.
My answer is always embarrassingly similar.
"Not much," I typed " the usual, just hanging around here."
"You don't do much, do you?" she helpfully pointed out. "You need to get a hobby."
I reminded her that I already had this blog and my Carpenters obsession, so I don't really have time for much else, but she seem unconvinced.
Perhaps she does have a point. Maybe I do need a hobby.
So I thought I would take the opportunity to explore some options. Here goes:
SCRAPBOOKING : I currently do have several boxes of photos waiting to be sorted, so I could benefit from this hobby. However, I fear that I would go and buy all the bits and pieces and then just end up with even more stuff, without actually ever getting around to using it. So nah.
|My boxes of photos awaiting sorting and my one|
pitiful attempt at scrapbooking from years ago
KNITTING: This would make me feel like I'm a hundred year old woman named Enid. Oh wait, I already do feel like that when I wake up every morning, so...maybe. On second thought. No. Just. No.
CRAFT: I only have two words for this. One of them is rude. You figure it out.
ART: As I mentioned in my previous post, I possess zero artistic talent, as my greedy brother stole all the artistic genes. Hmph.
PHOTOGRAPHY: Laughable. I can never even figure out how to charge a camera or remember to take one to occasions.
GARDENING: I really, really wish I could drum up an interest in this, but alas the green thumb genes skipped me too, much to my Mum's dismay.
COOKING/BAKING: Considering my love of cakies I could possibly get into this. I may have trouble getting into to all of my clothes though, which are already alarmingly large. Too dangerous a hobby for me.
PETS: I accidentally murdered my dog. Enough said.
TEAM SPORTS: Micky Blue Eyes finds it astonishing seeing an old family video of me as a child, on an overseas trip to Holland. Why? Because I was actually running through the tulip gardens.(Well, it was more like skipping,but you get the point) This aversion to running, combined with a pathological fear of balls, pretty much rules this option out.
POLE DANCING: Now we're talking! Definitely a possibility. I can't think of a single reason why a middle aged, overweight woman, with recurring vertigo shouldn't at least give this a go. You only live once.
LINE DANCING: While I'm sure I'd rock the whole cowgirl, western look, my curious dislike of country music (considering my generally woeful taste in music) makes this option a no go as well.
YOGA: Or Breathing Up People's Bum's, as it sometimes referred too. I have tried this in the past, and didn't mind it, despite having zero flexibility. So I may go all hippy drippy and get into it again.
In the meantime, I'll stick to boring you with this blog.
Linking up with Kirsty from My Home Truths for I Must Confess.
Do you have any hobbies? Are there any you would recommend?