Lately I’ve been thinking about online dating.
Not about actually signing up for an online dating service –I’d rather cuddle a porcupine than go on a semi-blind date at this point in my life. But still, I’ve been thinking about it — specifically that part where profiles ask you to list a bit about yourself: your hopes, your dreams, and your hobbies. I am so utterly confused about what it means to have a hobby at this point in my life.
I’m pretty sure I used to have regular hobbies… in high school. Volleyball! Softball! Academic Challenge! Dance! I could list them for hours.
Now it’s a very different story. I’m not at the top of the totem pole of productivity for 26-year-olds, but I still Do Things. I spend my free time browsing google reader, sitting at brunch for hours and watching Channing Tatum movies for the 100th time. As a 22 year old, it’s almost okay to say your hobbies are shopping, champagne brunch, and taking shots with your bitches, but it doesn’t sound so cool coming from someone in their (gasp) mid-twenties.
I guess I could try to give it all a positive spin? Instead of chronic brunch goer and bottomless mimosa chugger, I could say foodie with an eye for getting the value out of a dollar. Instead of tweeter and blog reader, I could say social media maven and avid reader of modern writings. Instead of Spotify playlist builder, I could say that I always have my ear to the music scene. Instead of seasoned Facebook stalker, I could say I’m interested in solving mysteries. No need to mention the biggest mystery I’ve cracked is whether that one random girl from high school who doesn’t post much is still married or not.
But doesn’t that all sound insane? I don’t want to be some asshole who calls myself a foodie or a social media maven. Wouldn’t it be better if I could just tell the truth and say, “hey, I just like getting drunk with my friends while wearing our forever lazys, watching bad TV movies and tweeting about it so everyone can know how cool we are. Do you want to do those things with me?”
Maybe someday. Dare to dream. In the meantime, maybe I’ll learn origami or something.
Na. Probably not. Pass me that mimosa.