The other day someone asked me what I do for fun and all I could respond was “Netflix.”
How embarrassing, am I right?
I made myself sound like a total couch potato shut in. Which, to be honest, I am 70% shut in. I like to be alone. Most of the things I really enjoy are solitary activities like writing, reading, knitting, drawing, being overly critical of myself, and whoops, it’s partially true, watching television. They’re pretty individualistic endeavors.
However, I do go out and do things on the fairly regular basis nowadays. With humans, even. I may slightly resemble a grandma in my proclivities, however I’m not that boring of a person. There were things I could have said other than “Netflix,” as if my entire leisurely persona consisted of consuming television, limbs spread out in a root vegetable position.
I guess part of my problem is that I’m an overly private person. I often feel like people don’t have the right to any kind of info about me that is beyond surface level. Even if the information they’re requesting is in reality pretty darn surface level, I usually hesitate in answering in any sort of way that makes me any less opaque.
I value the obscurity I project to people.
That made sense a couple years ago when I was very obstinate toward connecting with people in any manner that resembled depth. I viewed people as not worth investing in, even in regards to myself.
But now that I’ve shifted that worldview and am trying to get to know the mess that is humanity, I ought to start giving real answers and stop replying things like “Netflix,” huh?