An Alternate Slice of Reality
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"Simmingal;c-18286244" wrote:"Monet11;c-18286229" wrote:"Simmingal;c-18286224" wrote:
As it turns out I have been rather gloomy this week too I find myself sitting on various screens staring at various chairs... I mean the other way around obviously
but it keeps making my head hurt
it appears I might be in need of a new hobby
@Simmingal
I am sorry to hear that you have been gloomy. I looked for the emoji to give you a hug, but it seems too happy a face. I will use it anyway. I am not happy that you are gloomy, but happy to shoo the gloomy air away. ?
What hobby would you do?
Do you have a secret guitar skill that no one knows about? That's it isn't it?
That's why you changed your avatar to cowgirl singing and playing the guitar.
Or maybe ... I bet you knit. See that's it!
I am laughing now, because now you know that I would make a terrible Poirot. ?
I can't guess my way out of a paper bag. ?
Its okay mon ami you have cheered me up much this past week it is just that I get gloomy at times for ridiculous reasons
once I even cried because I dropped bowl of pasta it was quite tragic indeed
Dropping pasta is cry worthy. So is dropping toppings from a pizza. We are twins on this.
as for the hobbies
I wish I knew how to play instruments but truth to be told if you could hear my profile picture it wouldn't be beautiful
unless of course you are into some very experimental tunes or more so, the lack of tune :lol:
:D No, then. I am super picky about music. :D Maybe you could go down the road I took and learn to dance instead? Once, I had a dream to be good at the Foxtrot. But alas, my body was too short to match the height of the music. My heart soared at the velvety sound of Singer/Songwriters, but my bones said no, you will only ever be this tall. So I danced the best I could. And the tall women always won the trophy. But I had a very grand time.
knitting I do sometimes when I am possessed by spirit of Miss Marple
but I'm afraid I really do own too many pairs of woolly socks already to justify creating a new pair
Well, now we see... here is the root of your problem. You must knit a hat now instead. You have boxed yourself in and stifled your talent. You must let it out of the box so that it can stretch and breathe. The gloominess cannot stay when the light is let in. Open the box and knit a grand hat. Or a bad hat. The first one might be bad. But the next one will be grand, I am sure of it!
I also actually think you would make quite fine Poirot yourself! Have you thought of perhaps growing mustache?
I think I would make a better Groucho Marx. Then I could just paint on a fake mustache. I already have the eye-roll and smartypants retorts ready to go.
