See, it used to be, "Oh, nothing. I'm boring." But then I realized that response told people I was unhappy. I mean, being bored with life is not a good thing. So I changed my response to simplicity, to exude happiness. Because I'm happy. Extremely. But let's be honest, my simplicity is still boring to hear about.
So I've decided I need to take up a hobby. Other than reading - because rarely can I find someone to talk to about books. Here are some options I came up with:
• Become a connoisseur of something. I choose soup.
• Raise sea otters. Because if you can see this picture without melting, we're not friends:
• Start collecting spoons again. (Yes, I said again. And I'm not talking about those tiny souvenir spoons. Ones from restaurants. Ok, instead of "collecting" I guess I meant "steal." Start stealing spoons again.)
• Use Dance Dance Revolution as a form of exercise regularly. (Oh wait. I've already started down this course.)
• Learn to play the recorder. With my nose.
• Start a tribe of Sea Monkeys.
• Join the Renaissance Festival. I think I'll start at the wax-dipping station. So I can make fun of the obligatory awkward high school-aged couple who hold hands for their wax hand sculpture.
I think this is a good start. I'm just picturing talking to family during the holidays about my collection of 128 sea monkeys and then serenading them with my nasal recorder skills.
Any more suggestions?
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