My Hobbies Are Artinya Novels & Stories

"And you? Is baking your hobby, or is there something else you love doing?" "Baking is my hobby, which I have turned into a job." I smiled. I also studied it and have a professional license for it. But it was unnecessary to tell. I didn't want to sound braggy. "It's nice to have a hobby as your job, isn’t it?"

“Oh, what do you want to know?” I was suddenly self-conscious. “What hobbies do you like? Do you like shopping? Swimming? Can you cook?” Brittany was throwing everything at me. It didn’t feel like an integration, but it did. Laughing, “I love to read, yes I love shopping. Swimming is a hobby as well. I do laps as a workout and I would have swum competitively, but my parents didn’t think I wouldn’t have been judged fairly. I am decent at cooking, but not the best. I like to go on hikes and archery, shooting really anything outdoors.”

“Anything. Hobbies. Favorite food. Embarrassing childhood stories. Whatever you want to share.” I wrap my hands around my latte, using the warmth to steady myself. “I don't really have hobbies. School keeps me pretty busy.” “There has to be something. Everyone has something they do when they're not drowning in textbooks.” “I read,” I offer. “Romance novels, mostly. The kind with happy endings that feel impossible in real life.” “Escapism.” “Is that bad?” “No. It's human.” He takes a sip of his coffee. “We all need to escape sometimes. My escape is hockey. On the ice, everything else disappears. It's just movement and strategy and the game.”

“I never had enough time to figure out what I wanted to do. Maybe my hobby could be caring for my family?” “Hobbies are supposed to be selfish. You do it for your own pleasure.” “Providing for them pleases me.” I argued as I moved to another painting. “I think I was in love with my English teacher in highschool. She was so pretty, and was the only person who asked if I was doing okay. Could that be a hobby?” When I turned to him, his eyes were already on me. “What? Crushing on your highschool teacher?” “No, teaching. It would be nice to help people feel the way I felt in her class- minus the crush of course.”

"Amelia, I've been thinking about our conversation the other day, about our shared interests and passions. It occurred to me that we haven't delved deeper into that. Tell me, what are some of your favorite hobbies or activities?" Amelia looked up from her book, a glimmer of excitement lighting up her eyes. "Oh, there are so many things I enjoy," she replied, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I love painting and drawing. It allows me to express myself and escape into a world of colors and imagination. And I have a deep love for nature. I find solace in the beauty of the outdoors, especially when I take long walks or spend time in the garden."

I explained honestly. There was only truth in what I said. I used to like drawing but when things got difficult, I had to shift my attention away. “So what do you do when you’re not studying?” He asked. I thought about it for a second, I didn’t really have any hobbies. “I like reading, sometimes. Other than that, I don’t think I’ve ever…” I trailed off. It was weird saying it out loud, i never really thought about having hobbies. Soon Adrien was dragging me to every stand, trying out every activity.

He explained. "Do you have any hobbies Owen?" "Programming." "That's your job." I laughed. "Then I guess not." He chuckled nervously. "Try a series of different hobbies and anyone that sticks with you, continue it." I shrugged. "What's your own hobby?" "Throwing blades, pole dancing, ballet." I could go on and on. "Blade throwing?" He asked, perplexed. "Yeah, you know, when you throw blades against a target." I explained using my hands.

"So you've finally proven you're good at something besides pole dancing and swaying your hips." "I'm good at everything that crosses your mind, sir." A light laugh escaped me as I whisked the eggs into the vegetables and added the cheese. "Really? And what exactly are you skilled at besides dancing and swimming?" With a mischievous arch of his brow, he folded his arms and tossed his wicked question my way. At that moment, I probably looked like I was about to faint. I couldn't control my expression whenever his intentions made filthy images appear in my head. "Simple hobbies. Singing, writing, and reading books—usually philosophical ones. I'm also good at sewing and knitting."

he gives me another look and I can’t help the blush rising to my cheeks. This man. I swear he enjoys the sight of my embarrassment. “To relax, recreational” I mentioned but I could see sexual activity falling in any of those so I asked, “Do you have any hobbies?” “I don’t have time for hobbies” Ian said without missing a beat. “Who doesn’t have hobbies?!” I was aghast. “Can work be my hobby?” “Nope” I announced with a vehement shake of my head. He looked like he was trying not to laugh. “Making money then?”

"Like what?" The feeling of Déjà vu was making Ryder feel uncomfortable. "Different things. As long as it piques my interest, be it drawing, sculpting, making stuffed animals..." "So, you like to make things..." Well... this is a pretty indistinct hobby. "Yeah..." "So, if it "piques your interest", you will do it, whatever it is?" "Yeah..." For a second Ryder felt that the questions and the used tone were a bit odd. "It doesn't mean that I will be able to do it though. I just try my best... most of the things I have done aren't that good."