I don't thing I've ever identified my passion.There are plenty of things that I enjoy doing. But there is nothing that I do that I couldn't live without.
I love to write. In fact, I wouldn't mind making a living doing it. But, I don't know if I love it enough to stop everything that I'm doing write now to pursue it.
I love to shop. Can that be a passion? Handbags and shoes give me LIFE! The smell of leather and other animal skins makes my heart smile. But, I'm not sure how that could be a passion.
Can you be passionate about eating? I love food. But I'm not a foodie. I'm picky as hell. Eating with me is like feeding a 2 year old. My food can't touch and there are only certain things I will eat. But, put something in front of me that I can recognize and KNOW is delicious. I'm shutting it down.
I'm not sure my anti-body hair movement is a passion or not. But I work hard at keeping my body smooth and furless. I judge hairy people and direct them to the nearest laser hair removal location. I don't consider that a passion. I consider it community service.
I love politics. But I mainly watch to see politicians make asses of themselves. I mean, I try my best to keep up with the issues and know what I'm voting for. But really I just do that so that I can call people out when they don't know what the hell they are talking about.
What about playing the dozens? I love to do that. My mental rolodex of Yo Mama jokes is pretty damn stellar. But that can't possibly be a passion, can it? Who would live for that kind of thing? Not me.
I'm going to have to think about this some more. I know y'all are judging me right now. I gotta fix that.
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