Why is it that even when you find a hobby that you love there has to be some little bit of it you despise? It's seems like such a depressing fact of life that even hobbies have "chores."
Take my current sewing aspirations. Before I actually get to enjoy sewing that feels like I'm creating something, I have to do obnoxious things like mark all the stupid little dots on the fabric and do the stay stitching around the neck. Ugh. I'm psychotic and I like tedium, and yet this is too much for me...
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