20 March 2013 ~ Comments Off

my life as one long identity crisis

I think one of the most frightening things about having little to no self-assuredness is wondering if your interests are really your own. It sounds weird, I know, but I’ve never really had a hobby. Like, I guess you could say writing in this blog (and others, mostly LiveJournal) is a hobby, but I do it so irregularly nowadays, I feel like it doesn’t count.

But, seriously. I am passionate about nothing. I barely have the energy to engage in the activities I’m forced to on a daily basis (work, not punching people in the face when they annoy me, commuting, brushing my teeth) let alone finding and doing things that make me happy.

At the age of 28, you’d think I would no longer be wondering if I draw just because Shawn does, enjoy geeky shit just because Bryan does (and Matt S. and Jason F. did before him) or love animals because my mom banned anything bigger than a hermit crab. My interests are vague and scattered, like my life is one giant Pinterest board mishmash of really cool shit I’m never actually going to attempt myself.

Here are some things I said I’ve wanted to do in the last year or two:

  • Buy a kayak and use it regularly, even just on the small lake at the urban park
  • Draw something every day and improve my pitiful drawing skills
  • Write in my blog every day, or at the very least three times a week
  • Exercise every other day so I can stop feeling like the most slovenly of fat slobs
  • Eat more vegetables and fruit so I can stop hating them so much
  • Make at least 5 new friends with whom I can share more than awkward pleasantries and/or who actually think to call me when they’re going to hang out and do something fun
  • Travel somewhere cool at least twice a year
  • Re-learn how to knit and crochet
  • Make some cheap artwork for the walls of our house
  • Re-learn some conversational Spanish
  • Decide about going back to school
  • Become a freelance copy editor in the hopes of pursuing it as a full-time career
  • Listen to more music and find ways to learn about new bands/songs
  • Go to some actual cultural events in Memphis, because there are TONS
  • Read at least a book a month (I’ve really sucked at reading for the past… 5 years? It’s ridiculous.)
  • Watch some of the movies people say are awesome but I’ve never seen (working on this – see: Silver Linings Playbook and Safety Not Guaranteed)
  • Become part of a club or group or loosely knit social something-or-other that engages in regular outings of a cultural, food-centric, fun, crafty, geeky or girly nature
  • Become good enough at some kind of handicraft that I can either give everyone as holiday gifts or sell on Etsy
  • Learn how to do all those household DIY things that abound on Pinterest: handmade soap, laundry detergent, makeup, shampoo, etc.
  • Refinish my desk from Goodwill and start on some other woodworking projects with my new Christmas tools (power sander, jigsaw)
  • Find a place in Memphis to volunteer that not only does something good for someone else and helps an organization in need, but truly makes me happy and involves a great group of people who make me feel welcome

We all have lists like this, I know. And not all of these are potential passions, or even hobbies, but they’re not lifelong goals either (apart from one or two). I do, however, feel like they’re doable. I just have to find the energy to do them. And I have to stop questioning my reasons: I mean, honestly, if I pick up a hobby because of a friend, and eventually become passionate about it myself, does that invalidate it somehow? And if I end up doing it for a while just to spend time with that friend, is that so wrong? I hope not.

I do someday want to feel like I have a definition, though. Maybe it’s just that I’ve been surrounded for years by self-assured people who are extremely defined (aside from my best friend, who feels a lot like I do about hobbies and passions these days). But I want to feel like that too. I don’t want to think about other people or their opinions when I’m drawing a picture or building something from wood. I don’t want to do things for others (aside from as gifts or in a volunteer capacity). I want it to be something that drives me from within, something that pulls me to it like a brightly glowing flame and won’t let go for several hours at a time. I have literally never felt that about anything in my life. I really want to feel it someday.

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