You know, I've always struggled with finding hobbies.

Ever since I was a kid, I remember being so jealous of the kids who seemed to just find their hobbies effortlessly.

Almost as though their hobbies just fell into their lap.

You know, like the kids who got put into soccer camp when they were four years old.

And then by 14 years old, they were soccer prodigies. Or the kids who got put into soccer camp when they were four years old. And then by 14 years old,

they were soccer prodigies. Or the kids who started painting and doodling at age two. And then by

age 12 were being entered into art competitions. Or the kids who were obsessed with bugs starting at

age three. And now at age 15 are working at an internship at a bug scientist lab, making

paper mache replicas of bugs. I've always just felt like hobbies come easily to everybody

but me. And I am aware that that's a bit extreme, a bit irrational, but that's always how I felt.

I've had hobbies over the years that have stuck somewhat, but I have never really liked hobbies.

Like even the hobbies that really have been satisfying and exciting for me have always come to some sort of tragic end eventually.

I don't know.

I just, it was really hard growing up and watching my dad, somebody who is the king of hobbies.

He is a painter.

He's a surfer.

He makes music. He's a photographer. He does woodworking and carpentry.

This man is a walking hobby. Okay. That doesn't even make sense. But you get what I'm saying. Like, he is the king of hobbies.

And I remember feeling so jealous of him. Like, how is he able to find so much

fulfillment and excitement from these arguably pointless tasks? Like, I don't know,

I always really just struggled with the concept of hobbies, always. In fact, to fully paint this picture for you, let me tell you about every

single hobby I've ever had throughout my life, at least that I can remember. I briefly pause this

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