I think about this a lot. I need hobbies. Cheap hobbies, hobbies I can do with people, to meet people. I spent too much time working in college and not enough time figuring out what fun things are. I like drinking (sure, who doesn’t but it can be unhealthy after awhile) and reading (solo activity) and if I was better at other things I would do them more. Or if other people liked the things I liked, like soccer. Idk, I just need a really cool hobby, but cheap, ya know?
I’m the lead copyeditor in my office. The other day I overheard my boss telling someone not to get hung up editing text because, she said, she doesn’t know anyone who cares as much about grammar as I do.
Wow, I thought. What a compliment. I do love grammar. I’m so glad it shows in my work!
Then I kept thinking about it, which has always been my fatal flaw. Soon I was over-thinking it.
Wait a minute, I thought. I don’t want to be the person who loves grammar the most. “There goes Stephanie, Queen of the Anal-Retentives.” That’s what people think when I walk by, I bet. Caring about grammar is for old ladies and William Strunk. Man, I need a hobby.
If you, like me, have taken your passion for grammar or something equally fusty to what others…
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