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serynLet's see. There was an email from Open Table asking me to review my dining experience. I appreciate the forum they provided. I was polite and helpful in my comments. The end goal is to ensure that no one else has a similar experience. I'm still angry enough that I hope the restaurant goes out of business, but if they just shape up that would be sufficient.
I need a new hobby.
That dining excursion was in support of my attending a knitting event. I had a bad time. Generally I have a bad time at all knitting events. Other knitters suck. I'm sure it's like everything if it's unfiltered access, Sturgeon's Law applies. [Sturgeon's Law says, "90% of everything is crud."]
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I figured if I went to a knitting group where the people were filtered for intelligence, then there might be some interesting people there. I don't know if there were because I got hemmed in between someone laconic and someone verbose-but-monotopical.
Obviously that means knitting is a non-social hobby for me. It's something I do at home and not something I do with other people to have a basis of interaction.
So I need a new hobby. I don't want to do a reading group because I don't read books that are worth discussing... really. I didn't like board gaming because I really suck at it and my local games shop moved to somewhere with zero parking so events letting out at midnight are right out. I don't sing. I don't like music. I don't like cooking classes. (Not that classes are good places to make friends since they're not about peer-interaction.)
I don't know how people become friends. Maybe they don't and they're just deluding themselves. How many people still write or call you after you've moved? We they your friends before? If you say they didn't stay in touch but you'd thought they were friends then there's a mismatch.
The people I've met online have largely drifted away. My usual beta when I was writing fic went from childfree to stepmoo. You'd have thought we had enough in common to stick through a change in interests, but even though she took up knitting too, now an email conversation between us is terse and leaden. People I used to bounce an emailed conversation with for a dozen iterations no longer volley.
That suggests it's just me. I am incapable of making friends. I would not have thought so, but I have had so many close friends who have just wandered off when it stopped being convenient, I've been heartbroken so many times. Maybe I'm glad that I don't feel any sort of bond with people anymore. But it's still damned inconvenient when I want to go to lunch and not have restaurant staff scowl at me for being a single diner.
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oh. and There's a new hassle from Sprint. Letter's dated mid December. Arrived this week. Says as of last week, we're being charged an additional fee unless we've changed our account status.
I need a new hobby.
That dining excursion was in support of my attending a knitting event. I had a bad time. Generally I have a bad time at all knitting events. Other knitters suck. I'm sure it's like everything if it's unfiltered access, Sturgeon's Law applies. [Sturgeon's Law says, "90% of everything is crud."]
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I figured if I went to a knitting group where the people were filtered for intelligence, then there might be some interesting people there. I don't know if there were because I got hemmed in between someone laconic and someone verbose-but-monotopical.
Obviously that means knitting is a non-social hobby for me. It's something I do at home and not something I do with other people to have a basis of interaction.
So I need a new hobby. I don't want to do a reading group because I don't read books that are worth discussing... really. I didn't like board gaming because I really suck at it and my local games shop moved to somewhere with zero parking so events letting out at midnight are right out. I don't sing. I don't like music. I don't like cooking classes. (Not that classes are good places to make friends since they're not about peer-interaction.)
I don't know how people become friends. Maybe they don't and they're just deluding themselves. How many people still write or call you after you've moved? We they your friends before? If you say they didn't stay in touch but you'd thought they were friends then there's a mismatch.
The people I've met online have largely drifted away. My usual beta when I was writing fic went from childfree to stepmoo. You'd have thought we had enough in common to stick through a change in interests, but even though she took up knitting too, now an email conversation between us is terse and leaden. People I used to bounce an emailed conversation with for a dozen iterations no longer volley.
That suggests it's just me. I am incapable of making friends. I would not have thought so, but I have had so many close friends who have just wandered off when it stopped being convenient, I've been heartbroken so many times. Maybe I'm glad that I don't feel any sort of bond with people anymore. But it's still damned inconvenient when I want to go to lunch and not have restaurant staff scowl at me for being a single diner.
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oh. and There's a new hassle from Sprint. Letter's dated mid December. Arrived this week. Says as of last week, we're being charged an additional fee unless we've changed our account status.
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Date: 2010-01-17 09:54 am (UTC)It helps if a hobby has some sort of entry cost associated. Wheel spinning is less full of idiots, for example, than knitting is. You can be a knitter with $1 in yarn and some take-out chopsticks. Other friends have reported that SCUBA is a really nice hobby. You have to go somewhere to do it, there are certifications needed, you have to buy your equipment, and still you have to pay a guide. If I was going to do that, I think I'd rather do something like auto racing--- which doesn't sound fun either and honestly the fans of that tend toward the limbo-level unibrow not the highbrow.
I feel really detached from everyone. I have no goals or aspirations. No idea how to fix it, or even if I should care. It only bothers me in the abstract sense that I don't think real people live like this.