HOBBIES
i have a few hobbies. i like them. that's why they call them hobbies, because people like them. i like what i like. these few things bring me joy.
but, i'm tired of taking shit for my hobbies. why do people feel that my hobbies and likes are any less valid than theirs and not worthy of time spent doing them? do i fucking disparage the things you like to do simply because i don't dig them in the same way? what makes your hobbies untouchable and mind worthy of naught but scorn?
fuck you if you don't like me reading "weird" fiction books.
fuck you if you don't like me listening to "all that downer music."
fuck you if you don't like me drinking beers dark and irish.
fuck you if you don't like me playing video games because you can't understand the allure.
fuck you for thinking so much less of me that you can't be happy that certain things bring me joy.
HOS
fuck you if you tell me no girl will ever love me because i like the things above. i don't want to be set up with your vanilla puritan take-home-to-mama friends anyway. i mean really, if you're trying to set me up with some flawless drone chick from the Brady Bunch, how well do you actually know me?
fuck you for even asking if i'm gay simply because i'm choosing to be single these days and don't really want a girl around for very, very personal reasons that have nothing to do with being gay and have more to do with trying to pick up all the broken pieces of myself.
fuck you for calling me "a great piece of ass if he'd only be more normal."
CAVEATS and ADDS
i neglected to mention:
fuck you if you turn up you nose at my lifting weights obsession just because you have some vestigial dislike for "jocks" left over from your high school trauma days.
fuck you if you don't respect that i frakkin' love Battlestar Galactica just because you don't like it yourself.
this journal entry brought to you by my fraying temper at how squares think their "legitimate" hobbies (sailing, debate club, craft making, sewing, dogs, bad reality TV, being square, religion, raising rugrats, etc) give you some sort of moral high ground.
as such, since "squares" doesn't really describe anyone on SG, this journal entry wasn't meant for any of you. i can take a little gentle ribbing about my video game hobby.
i'm off to TX for a few days. first time flying since the no liquids thing. i guess i'll have to leave my customary flask of Patron Silver at home.
i have a few hobbies. i like them. that's why they call them hobbies, because people like them. i like what i like. these few things bring me joy.
but, i'm tired of taking shit for my hobbies. why do people feel that my hobbies and likes are any less valid than theirs and not worthy of time spent doing them? do i fucking disparage the things you like to do simply because i don't dig them in the same way? what makes your hobbies untouchable and mind worthy of naught but scorn?
fuck you if you don't like me reading "weird" fiction books.
fuck you if you don't like me listening to "all that downer music."
fuck you if you don't like me drinking beers dark and irish.
fuck you if you don't like me playing video games because you can't understand the allure.
fuck you for thinking so much less of me that you can't be happy that certain things bring me joy.
HOS
fuck you if you tell me no girl will ever love me because i like the things above. i don't want to be set up with your vanilla puritan take-home-to-mama friends anyway. i mean really, if you're trying to set me up with some flawless drone chick from the Brady Bunch, how well do you actually know me?
fuck you for even asking if i'm gay simply because i'm choosing to be single these days and don't really want a girl around for very, very personal reasons that have nothing to do with being gay and have more to do with trying to pick up all the broken pieces of myself.
fuck you for calling me "a great piece of ass if he'd only be more normal."
CAVEATS and ADDS
i neglected to mention:
fuck you if you turn up you nose at my lifting weights obsession just because you have some vestigial dislike for "jocks" left over from your high school trauma days.
fuck you if you don't respect that i frakkin' love Battlestar Galactica just because you don't like it yourself.
this journal entry brought to you by my fraying temper at how squares think their "legitimate" hobbies (sailing, debate club, craft making, sewing, dogs, bad reality TV, being square, religion, raising rugrats, etc) give you some sort of moral high ground.
as such, since "squares" doesn't really describe anyone on SG, this journal entry wasn't meant for any of you. i can take a little gentle ribbing about my video game hobby.
i'm off to TX for a few days. first time flying since the no liquids thing. i guess i'll have to leave my customary flask of Patron Silver at home.
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Dude, hobbies are amazing... now, if we could only get paid for doing what we love to do...
I like your non-square-having ass; we all have some weirdo in us.
Have fun in Texas...it's where I spend my every day.