I’ve noticed this today in French.
and after school.
I don’t contribute anything to you guys.
I’m kind of just there.
and yeah, I mean.. I put in some jokes..
maybe mix it up with some ..whatever.
but for the most part.
I really don’t do.
anything.
the other day I was talking to Dan.
and he said his hobby was art, mostly painting and whatnot.
and that's how he coped with everything.
how he expressed himself.
he asked me what my hobby was, and I kind of just blankly starred of into the distance of the beach for a few seconds pondering to myself..
what is it?
what is the hobby, or thing I most enjoy doing.
First sleeping came to mind, I mean I’m good at it, and I damn well enjoy it.
but, no.. what kind of lame hobby would that be?
Second, I thought eating! ... and if I told him that.. it would be major fattus status.
and so I told him Volleyball I suppose.
and even though I’m not very good at it, I still continue to play.
after which I realized,
sports are my hobby.
not acting.. (gave up advanced theatre so I could better 'focus my time and energy towards volleyball' .. and of course getting out at third block was just a plus)
not singing.. yeah, I’ve been in a few musicals.. but none I’m really proud enough to list. and the only song I can sing farley good is this old titanic folk song my mom sang to us on road trips.
not dancing.. I mean sure.. I can bust a few moves in the quad every so often, but sure as hell not good enough for the team.
Any who, all this brings me to my next subject I will continue to bitch and complain about.
I want a hobby. (and yes, I said volleyball was my hobby.. but I take it back. I take it all back. yeah sure I’m athletic.. but I want a different hobby, something else..)
not any old hobby, like collecting tin cans,
or painting boats... (not like that’s common.. just one of those random hobbies)
I want something to look forward too.
Something I can pick apart, and try too rebuild it exactly how it came.
Something I can look at.
Something I can listen too.
Something..
Someone?