Throughout a large portion of my life, I believed I was not a fun person. I’ve always been more of an introvert rather than an extrovert – something many convinced me makes me less of a fun person. So, there I was, in my mid-20s, thinking that I’m missing out on everything and that I don’t know how to have fun. For example, if someone invites me for a hung, I often don’t find the point in it. Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends and love seeing and spending time with them. However, I am a busy person, so why should I waste hours chitchatting when I can just be home and read, cook, or relax instead?
See, I love just being at home. Cooking, reading, doing yoga. And, there is so much more I want to do and learn! Always. Read more, write, learn to dance, creating something, learn to play an instrument. And, as other people have seen it, these things aren’t considered to be fun. My boyfriend and friends always joked that I have an old soul stuck in a 20-something girl’s body. I eagerly wanted to learn how to have fun, how to be more like other people my age. I was about to give up on myself, when, suddenly, not too long ago, my approach to the matter changed.
Cooking, knitting, reading, dancing, or a night out with your friends are all fun. Despite what I’ve been told for most of my life, my hobbies are fun. Like I enjoy doing it, many other people do too. We all have different interests and different things that are pleasurable to us. Besides, we shouldn’t conform to the version of us other people want us to be. I shouldn’t aspire to be like “other people my age,” but to remain myself, remain just as I am. If there is something I find to be fun, then why should I give it up because others think so? So, stick to what you love, and don’t let others dictate whether or not your hobbies are fun.