I need a new hobby. I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ve ever been so bored in my life.
In the last few months Iâ€™ve been trying to pinpoint the source sucking all my cheer. Itâ€™s not my job. I love my job (they pay me to say that). Class is okay; it keeps me somewhat busy and itâ€™s nice to have around. And truly ‘class‘ is by far the best excuse to get out of anything. In fact when coupled with the right body-language, itâ€™s almost effortless to use:
â€œWhatâ€™s that? Elizabethâ€™s getting baptized next Friday? ow, umâ€¦ â€˜classâ€™.â€ (feign regret)
â€œStay late today? Sure! Oh wait, I can’t â€¦ â€˜classâ€™â€ (feign bad memory)
Potent little word—it’s like casting a spell.
Anyway, back to my topic, my nice, depressing topic.
I’ve tried exercise, particularly running. Which, Iâ€™ll have you know, Iâ€™m still doing. However, it’s now become something I do out of habit rather than something I actually want to do. Like today, it was unseasonably warm out, so when someone mentioned the weather, I involuntarily add, “this would be a great day to go jogging”.
I tried video games for a while, but thatâ€™s ultimately a lavish waste of time. Some role-playing games actually keep a running clock of your playing time. When I beat Paper Mario a few months ago, the game told me Iâ€™ve been playing for 40 hours. And I really have nothing to show for it—aside from some perfected finger movements. And when you beat a game, although you think youâ€™ve accomplished something, you really haven’t—like itâ€™s something you can brag to your friends about. But uh, yeah, no one cares.
Well, Iâ€™m going to keep thinking. Iâ€™ll come up with something. No need to plan the intervention just yet!