scoff wrote:
Yes, seriously. Been thinking about this for years wishing I'd manage to find one but... null.
Here's my problem: either it feels completely meaningless or it feels like a chore instead of something I genuinely enjoy within about fifteen minutes. This goes for everything. Seriously everything.
I've tried drawing - didn't like it. What's the point in drawing if I'll have to spend thousands of hours on it to even get good enough to let others see my drawings? Nah, that's a chore. And it's completely meaningless drawing only for myself. Same goes with music. And I was on that for YEARS tryna get good. Didn't get good. Not fun anymore. Fuckin' meaningless. Oh - and photography! Tried that as well. Turns out I'm too lazy to learn how to edit and stuff, so... yeah. Tried true crime blogging. Wrote five entries. Nah - feels like a chore. And nobody's reading it anyway. Sports ain't my thing. Going to the gym feels scary. Plus they're all closed down now anyway. Wanted to get into movie making for a while, but I was too lazy for that as well. I don't even like watching movies anymore. Not even my beloved 1970s slasher flicks. K?
What do I do?
And no, I'm not depressed. I've never had a real hobby that I liked spending time on. So that's that. I've just really tried to like things, you know? And either it didn't work or the thing became so important I basically wanted to die because I'm never gonna get good enough, I'm never gonna become something on this... so why am I doing it?
Yes, seriously. Been thinking about this for years wishing I'd manage to find one but... null.
Here's my problem: either it feels completely meaningless or it feels like a chore instead of something I genuinely enjoy within about fifteen minutes. This goes for everything. Seriously everything.
I've tried drawing - didn't like it. What's the point in drawing if I'll have to spend thousands of hours on it to even get good enough to let others see my drawings? Nah, that's a chore. And it's completely meaningless drawing only for myself. Same goes with music. And I was on that for YEARS tryna get good. Didn't get good. Not fun anymore. Fuckin' meaningless. Oh - and photography! Tried that as well. Turns out I'm too lazy to learn how to edit and stuff, so... yeah. Tried true crime blogging. Wrote five entries. Nah - feels like a chore. And nobody's reading it anyway. Sports ain't my thing. Going to the gym feels scary. Plus they're all closed down now anyway. Wanted to get into movie making for a while, but I was too lazy for that as well. I don't even like watching movies anymore. Not even my beloved 1970s slasher flicks. K?
What do I do?
And no, I'm not depressed. I've never had a real hobby that I liked spending time on. So that's that. I've just really tried to like things, you know? And either it didn't work or the thing became so important I basically wanted to die because I'm never gonna get good enough, I'm never gonna become something on this... so why am I doing it?