I don’t really have any activities that I lose myself in.
I’ve tried over the years to pick up hobbies and interests, but outside of work I really don’t care about anything in particular.
It’s hard to explain to people, and it’s hard for people to understand.
But there isn’t anything in this world that calls to me.
The household that I grew up in was not one that encouraged curiosity or rewarded ingenuity.
Any interest in any subject was seen as stupid, childish, immature.
This is hard for people to understand.
I honestly will never understand why people refuse to believe how toxic some people can be as parents.
My father was a piss tank alcoholic with anger issues.
Worst off, we lived on military bases across Canada. An environment that didn’t concern itself with what went on behind closed doors.
So there aren’t any activities that I lose myself in.
I keep trying different things, but nothing lights that flame.
Dabbled in cars when I was younger. But never really was bitten by the car bug.
Even the time I spent at the base auto club of CFB Downsview gave me the skills for working on cars, but I never had a spark to work on cars.
Got into motorcycle in my 20s. Just never got bitten by the motorcycling bug.
I loved ice skating as a kid. And I frequently skated until the events of CFB Namao. I didn’t skate from 1980 until 2006. In 2006 I was off on a journey, but I happened to pass by the West End community centre. Can’t explain why, but I rented a pair of skates and went for a skate. It was like I had never stopped skating. Skating lasted for about 6 years before depression and dealing with the Canadian Armed Forces made skating impossible.
Over the years I’ve tried to pick up a musical instrument. I can play music mechanically, but it doesn’t evoke anything within. When I play keyboard I have about as much passion as a MIDI sequencer or a roll playing piano.
Computers and electronics. Again, I can work with ’em. I just don’t find anything to like with them.
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