Its funny, I shop around sites like this lookinf at people's profiles of interests, and of course whenever you do you're always mentally on the lookout for one that you like as well. I feel like a fraud half the time because I'll look at something and go "Wow! They like ***?? I LOVE that too!!!" And its the truth, I do. I have a list of things I love to learn and explore that crawls down my arm and wraps itself around my body.
But I dont know probably any one of those things well. Interests have I many, skillz have I none. Really, I only just now found a point in my life where I could even begin to learn any, and at that, I'm only just now learning how to juggle my life to make any kind of time for that. Money's a little harder, but no longer completely impossible. I try to take a list of stuff I love, and the list is long, but the follow through oh so short, and it makes me feel as colorless and uninteresting as a bleached peacock.
But then I take stock and realize I'm not. I do Roller Derby in a team thats only suffered a single defeat the entire season. I go hiking and camping and read lots of books and learn lots of shit. I'm liable to take off with no notice at all for a trip to somewhere I've never been just because the urge came over me. I spend my time at parties that would make hedonists blush and hanging with people who have personalities sharp as knives and bright as diamonds. And one by one, all those things I love I am slowly learning a mastery on. Slowly, but still moving forward.
If someone ever asks me my skills or talents or what I do, saying "nuthin" is so stinkin easy, but also so untrue. After all, if it were, wouldnt I get more sleep and have more hours in a day? Normally I have a great deal of fun with my life.
I guess I came to the realization I am a hedonists in the truest sense of the word--if it feels good, I am SO there. Skills be damned, I dont want 'em bad enough to chase 'em. I want EXPERIENCE. All else in life is merely snickers bars and squirrel nuts.
But I dont know probably any one of those things well. Interests have I many, skillz have I none. Really, I only just now found a point in my life where I could even begin to learn any, and at that, I'm only just now learning how to juggle my life to make any kind of time for that. Money's a little harder, but no longer completely impossible. I try to take a list of stuff I love, and the list is long, but the follow through oh so short, and it makes me feel as colorless and uninteresting as a bleached peacock.
But then I take stock and realize I'm not. I do Roller Derby in a team thats only suffered a single defeat the entire season. I go hiking and camping and read lots of books and learn lots of shit. I'm liable to take off with no notice at all for a trip to somewhere I've never been just because the urge came over me. I spend my time at parties that would make hedonists blush and hanging with people who have personalities sharp as knives and bright as diamonds. And one by one, all those things I love I am slowly learning a mastery on. Slowly, but still moving forward.
If someone ever asks me my skills or talents or what I do, saying "nuthin" is so stinkin easy, but also so untrue. After all, if it were, wouldnt I get more sleep and have more hours in a day? Normally I have a great deal of fun with my life.
I guess I came to the realization I am a hedonists in the truest sense of the word--if it feels good, I am SO there. Skills be damned, I dont want 'em bad enough to chase 'em. I want EXPERIENCE. All else in life is merely snickers bars and squirrel nuts.
phrogg:
I really have to counter your "skillz I have none" with: you have significant skills with language and in writing. You've been told this, of course (?)