Hobbies and Other Stuff

Writing a blog post when I have so much work? I’m crazy.

So hobbies…I don’t have any.  That is enough to say about it right? I have to say more? Sigh…

I hate those surveys asking you questions like “what do you do in your spare time.”  My answer ends up being either reading or guitar.  I don’t have hobbies like most people.  People find passion in the most random things and pursue them to their full extent.  I don’t know if I feel content, am too lazy, or have not been provided the right environment to construct my own hobby.  

Sort of related is how I notice I live through others.  I personally don’t have to do anything interesting, as long as I can talk to and empathize with people who do interesting things.  Reading is an escape for everybody.  People get emotionally invested into characters and empathize with them.  I do the same but a little more extreme. 

If I’m not reading, I’m probably irritating other people to tell me their stories.  I like to hear what others are doing.  It isn’t that I feel I’m doing it, but I still get that sense of being an accomplice of the deed.  If I’m not doing that, I’m off daydreaming stories up, stories I never seem to write down but are stuck in my head.  I’ll probably clarify that later.  

So to sum that up, I would be bored if it was just myself.  Whether through stories, self-made or not, or other people, I live through these disconnections from myself (connections with others is too sappy and not what I have in my mind).  Self-awareness is an active and acquired skill, and I probably thoroughly confused anybody who is reading this.  Don’t think I understand myself, but I try to make my thoughts coherent.