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Let me hear those ear worms. Nursery rhymes, do you remember any? Mein gott, mon dieu, my god! Alouette has been stuck in my head all day, all day. All day. It saddens me to think, that no longer can I skip around and hum nursery songs without seeming an eccentric. I hope the lot of you are eccentric enough to appreciate what my peers could never. Eccentric? Non, non. Not eccentric in the least. More like... childish...

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Don't even get me started on this one. How I loathed this one. The kids would sing it on the bus so long ago, years ago when they knew how to have fun... except, they could not remember anything but the first line. So it was, The Wheels On the Bus Go Round And Round x100 until we reached our destination. But this one is not catchy. It is anything but.

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I know of plenty more, but I'll refrain from posting any more... don't know if anyone cares, to be honest, I will refrain for now. Those pathetic losers whose interests have been piqued, post some rhymes? Surely I can't be the only loser here... I lose, I lose...

During periods of disconcerting depression I sometimes wish I had a hobby of some sort. I've a few interests but I've no pursued interests, no hobbies. A passionless excuse of a human being. That sounds very depressed, I very well realize, good grief I hope no one recommends a psychologist; tried and I've no interest, perhaps later on in life when I can be taken a bit more seriously I will give it another go. But my impressions of them are generally negative, paying to talk to someone. A good friend could easily fulfill the role, although I suppose the friendless are at a loss here.

Seriously sidetracking. Be prepared for that, my frustratingly common tendency to go off on a tangent...

Have you any hobbies? Ideas? I'm aspie-like in that I am as fickle as can be in my wavering interests-- not a week ago I had considered martial arts, though in my defense there is no half-decent dojo nearby. And you should see how they advertise themselves, TOP-NOTCH MARTIAL ARTS ACADEMY, WE OFFER A VARIETY OF STYLES, BEST INSTRUCTORS!! then they have you sign a contract and all is final. They might as well be saying, HEY, WE'RE SHAMELESS AND WE'LL RIP YOU OFF!! quite pathetic. I've looked and I've looked, and I can no longer bother to find a real dojo. So many fakers, to sift through them all it would take... an eternity... paint themselves a muddy bronze and hope on your mistaking them for gold.

Going off on another tangent.

I also am into... marionettes... but the problem here is that I could not possibly pursue such an interest, and it all has to do with location. Well. I suppose I could, if only for myself. Things would most certainly be different if I lived in the Czech Republic, but unfortunately no, I live in Florida. US. Uncultured, at least where I am. No such theatres, no puppets, and certainly none of the string variety. I would come off an eccentric, but that is not what I would worry of; playing with a string puppet might be good fun, but... but... no audience. I can imagine myself losing interest all too quickly, with no audience to perform in front of. Tragic! The life of a solitary puppeteer absent of audience.

Instruments. I am currently thinking of... considering... I sing. Wouldn't call it a hobby. Somehow. I do not dedicate myself to it, cripplingly self-conscious about who I perform in front of and, would hesitate to even let people know of my musical tastes. Classical, operatic. Somehow, I would feel awkward and even vulnerable singing so loudly in front a person, would rather belch out notes in my own company. Considering taking up either the cello or the piano; likely to take up the piano given that it is readily available, as my vocal instructor teaches it too. It is rather ironic, as I initially focused on sharpening my vocal chords under the reasoning that any other instrument should be an extension rather. Comfy knowing that my instrument is with me at always. Still. On the other hand, when I grow old and wrinkled, my cracking voice will be of no use; and meanwhile the pianists' fingers will be as deft as always. You just can't win.

Considering, considering. All of this considering. I should shut it and just do. Bleh! Help with Life, yes, please do. And one more thing, don't count on my replying: but feel free to offer ideas. I read replies even if I don't dutifully respond.​