Come to think about it, I’ve had many hobbies over the years.
When I take one up it consumes me entirely. So much so that it is safe to say
that the pursuit owns me! Caught in its wake I live and breathe it until I am
physically sick. Then, just like that, I lose interest and want nothing to do
with it!
Origami, embroidery, rock painting, knitting, beadwork, Corel
draw, paper craft, and quilling—all done to death till we parted! My
unfortunate family and friends are made forced beneficiaries of each of my
neuroses while they last. Birthdays and anniversaries need no prompting and a
million no-reason-at-all days gain significance during a spell.
The weirdest part for me is that all memory of every dalliance
is erased. It is only residual evidence of each pursuit that reveals the back
story. I’ve never really delved into or dwelled on this eccentricity and I
guess now isn’t the time to analyze it either.
My
latest obsession is photography by the way. I’ve become pretty experienced at
what I call, balcony photography. I spend hours in the balconies of my house
taking pictures of anything that grabs my eye. I fiddle with the settings on my
camera, experimenting with different angles, modes and speeds. Sometimes I
think it will be a lot easier if somebody just told me how to get a particular
shot I want, but I guess I enjoy the figuring out as well! I’ve also realized
that when I’m not taking pictures, I’m unconsciously looking at things and
imagining how they'd look framed!
Friends say this
obsession has lasted longer than the earlier ones. Again, I'm not going
to analyze why. Suffice to say, I
am enjoying it thoroughly...at the moment!
