Hello, I’m Cat, and I’m addicted to hobbies. And although this sounds like a great way to spend your downtime, I assure you it’s not. As with everything else in my life, I become so entirely enamoured with a certain hobby (or song, or person, or idea) that it’s the only thing I can think of. I live it, I breathe it, and after a few weeks I find a new hobby or song or person or idea and I latch onto it with the same intensity as the previous one. And you know, I’m beginning to realize that’s not an entirely healthy way of living. I’m becoming more self-aware, and that’s a start, right?
Wrong. Because yesterday, despite knowing I have minimal free time and an obsessive/dismissive personality, I bought myself an electric keyboard. Never mind the perfectly good piano at my mom’s house. No, I wanted an electric keyboard so I could make all the cool “doot doot” noises that come along with it. (Regular pianos can’t do that, obviously.) So this is my plea for help: if you see me, ask me how it’s going with the keyboard. Help hold overzealous Cat accountable for the pledges she’s made to herself.
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