I Collect Hobbies
Hobbies are strange things. I think it’s good for us all to be involved in some pursuit that will make us better as a person and broaden our knowledge. I have a hard time when people get too involved in something, though. Here’s a hint: if you have a bumper sticker that advertises the sexual habits of those who engage in your particular hobby, you’re probably a little too involved.
Perhaps the best example I can come up with is sports. Those who know me are aware that I’m not exactly Mr. Athletic, but I do enjoy a certain level of physical activity. I even watch the occasional football or basketball game. Contrast this with die-hard sports fans. I know a guy whose 8-year-old son locked himself in the closet after his dad lost a ward basketball game. That goes beyond mere hobby. Welcome to crazy town, population you.
Collecting things is another hobby that can start off innocently enough, but eventually you may find yourself drowning in Star Trek memorabilia. Collecting pictures of Elvis is okay in principle, but you shouldn’t use one to replace your wedding photo on the mantel. The key is moderation.
The exception to all this is, of course, blogging. The more posts I make, the more it validates me as a person, right? Right?!