Those therapists (i.e. family & friends) who've encouraged me to set standards for my dating life are now insisting that I engage hobbies. Um? Duh! Frivolous dating IS a hobby! They disagree. Fine. I googled it: hobbies. And, still, I'm not interested! Look, I'm not freaking gardening. Or collecting stamps. Or coins. I'm not scrap booking. I'm not baton twirling. And not fucking trimming any bonsai bullshit.
My god life sans self-inflicted mental disorientation and unnecessary emotional anguish is so mundane.
Boring!
dk
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