hobbies for life

Random thinking. I do a lot of that when I have nothing else to do or am avoiding the many things that I have to do but, well, just don’t want to think about doing. So I think out random stuff.
I’m thinking of having a new hobby. What should I start collecting? That’s not too expensive or too nerdy?
I use to have a collection of stamps. Seriously, I was such a nerd. Don’t laugh at me.
I use to collect money from different countries, I only had 7 different currencies. Which was sad, and from lack of foreign financial charity, this hobby died.
Oh yes, everybody use to have a collection of shells. I did. Though mine wasn’t that impressive. Just one or two, the colours were big. My nicest shell was one of those conch shells I think its called. I use to put it to my ear all the time, listening to the sea, imagining myself some kind of pirate sailing the seven seas, with a wooden leg with my trustee parrot perched on my shoulder. But then I broke it, and all my fantasies washed away.
When I was 8, for lack of better things to collect – I was living in like, a kind of shipment yard at this time – I started collecting nails and blocks of wood and other rubbish to put in this box. Yes, I quite fancied myself as an aspiring carpenter. Then one day, my mom threw the whole lot away when she found it stashed beneath my bed, causing me to cry for half an hour when I found it gone.
But you know what, has anybody had a hobby of collecting friends? Hmm, it sounds somewhat wrong, as though superficial.
“Oh yes, this is Jenny, she’s the best one yet out of my whole collection! She let’s me cry on her, she makes me laugh, she talk, she dances, she sings!”
Yes, like I said. It sounds wrong.
Hmmm, I think I shall collect pictures. Pictures of my friends, of places I’ve been, things I’ve seen, feelings I’ve experienced. Hmm, a collection of memories. That would be fun now wouldn’t it? Then when I get older and have children, I shall let them look at all my pictures and memorials and they shall probably laugh their little heads off at me, and my youthful stupidity.
Oh wait, do I really want that?
Oh well, I suppose my life is one whole comic strip of humor. With a dash of black and white when Monster Karlyn rears her multiple, ugly heads.

Quote: 50 years from now, when I look at our ‘old’ photographs, tears coming to my eyes, and thinking to myself…where did all the time go?