It's Not Easy

I can't stand to fly

I'm not that naive

I'm just out to find

The better part of me


So the quest continues. In an effort to be a better mother and a better person and a more important contributor to society, I've been diligently trying to find different approaches to my age-old dilemma--I need a hobby.

I know how you're supposed to come across hobbies. Basically, you try out a bunch of different things, stumble upon something you really like to do, and then simply go out of your way to do it.

But here's the problem: my very favorite thing to do is socialize.

Seriously. If and when I get a chance to pick what to do, that's it.

I like to have coffee with my friends and talk endlessly about everything from Girl Scouts to Sri Lanka's civil war. I love to go to a bar and drink with strangers that become new friends by the time the band takes a break. I prefer to do almost any activity with the company of others. (I said almost.)

Then, running a close second to general socializing is... shopping.

So chit chat and bargain hunting. Deep.

That's not to say that tennis would make me particularly interesting, either, necessarily.

But I do have overwhelming feeling of self-consciousness about it all. Could it be true!?? Am I indeed vacuous and superficial and one-dimensional?

Well, let's see. Here's a top of my head list of things I'm interested in, spend time doing, and consider favorite pastimes:

* socializing of any kind
* shopping, especially bargain hunting
* reading
* listening to music
* watching movies
* reading about books, music and movies
* football
* the occasional blogging, gossip columning and pop culture site surfing

That, my friends, is the list of a 14-year-old boy. A 14-year-old boy WITHOUT a real hobby.

A vacuous, superficial and one-dimensional 14-year-old boy.

I even started my post with song lyrics.

crap.