Self-Inflicted Hobby Anxiety at the Union Square Trader Joe's
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Last week while bagging my brussel sprouts and tying an extra plastic bag around my eggs, my Trader Joe's cashier asked me what my hobbies were. Shortly thereafter, I spiraled into existential dread. "What a loaded question," my friend replied when I reported the tale back to her over Voice Memo, clutching my overstuffed grocery bag to my chest. I guess my answer would depend on who's asking: a first date (going to new restaurants, writing, pilates); the hiring manager at my job interview (reading, trying new recipes, spending time outside); my Great Aunt trying to pick out a Hanukkah gift (water coloring, tennis, floral arrangement).
Self-Inflicted Hobby Anxiety at the Union Square Trader Joe's
Self-Inflicted Hobby Anxiety at the Union…
Self-Inflicted Hobby Anxiety at the Union Square Trader Joe's
Last week while bagging my brussel sprouts and tying an extra plastic bag around my eggs, my Trader Joe's cashier asked me what my hobbies were. Shortly thereafter, I spiraled into existential dread. "What a loaded question," my friend replied when I reported the tale back to her over Voice Memo, clutching my overstuffed grocery bag to my chest. I guess my answer would depend on who's asking: a first date (going to new restaurants, writing, pilates); the hiring manager at my job interview (reading, trying new recipes, spending time outside); my Great Aunt trying to pick out a Hanukkah gift (water coloring, tennis, floral arrangement).