Also: reading books, writing a book, painting things (canvases, walls, the town), playing soccer a couple times a week, biking, running, hiking, skiing, going out for some live music, carousing, gallivanting, using words like "gallivanting" on the regular, wondering how my place gets so messy with just one person living in it, analyzing, conversing, musing and daydreaming.
I'm merely quite good at various others, such as pretending to understand Lacan and my standing bow pose, but I'm working on those.
If I'm on this thing, as I am just once in a blue moon, I'm likely to be slightly beered up and singing along to favorite songs on Youtube/Spotify late at night - but I can't promise to be really good at that.
I haven't read Murakami, but I'm owning it.
And this is something much better talked about and shared than laundry-listed.
I'd be totally deceiving myself if I said that. I like lots of things and would be loathe to give them up. At the same time, I'm not really that covetous or fetishistic. Let's just go to the next question...
When I'm going to get to live abroad (in Europe, probably) again.
If not that, then which ski town I'm going to transplant myself to. Taos? Stowe? Whistler? Zermatt? Options abound.
How so many women here mention how unimpressed they are by guys who put shirtless selfies, shots of their abs, etc. up on their profiles. To which I ask - actual adult men are still doing that? I can't be bothered to go looking, so someone please tell me - is it really that widespread a thing? I shouldn't be quite so dumbstruck if it is, but I guess I still am.
Sometimes I'm in my living room, working on some odd little abstract painting while listening to Townes.
At other times, I'm in my living room, working on some odd little abstract painting while listening to Eno.