Opposite of regret: projects and hobbies you're glad never got past the aspirational stage

i think people who don't enjoy drugs or alcohol or smoking are SO lucky. like winning a lottery of sorts.

think people who don't enjoy drugs or alcohol or smoking are SO lucky. like winning a lottery of sorts.

― scott seward

idk i feel like we all have our own addictions

i spent decades just rawdogging suffering

i don't mean masochism, i enjoy that too, but that's fundamentally healthy

i just looked at drugs and i saw that ultimately it drugs were just going to make me miserable, and i figured, shit, i can be that miserable without the drugs

not that i didn't get addicted to drugs as well. kinda by accident. benzos, prescribed for my anxiety. it was some bad shit.

oh and there was also the porn. i was supposed to want to have sex and i didn't really want to have sex ever, but i still had these desires and i didn't know what to do with them. i'm not really glad or sad that i never got into sex. it's just not for me, apparently. but that fucking T, i had to do _something_. i used to worry that porn fucked me up, made me weird and not able to enjoy sex. i don't really believe that now. it was just me trying to make sense of my sexuality. actually having sex just left me more confused and disappointed. i don't think there's anything necessarily wrong with porn, except that a lot of it is kinda awful.

anway i'm still confused, i don't know how to make sense out of what i want, but now the only time i do things is if i feel like it. that's a lot better. i like that.

T-shirt screening -- I looked at the clean-up stages and decided to go into inkjet iron-ons, which I also abandoned.
Like frying chicken I feel like T-shirt production is something I feel is a great bargain to pay other people to do!

About fifteen years ago I bought an Airfix model kit and a tiny airbrush. My plan was to finally make an Airfix model as if I was grown-up. With the correct amount of glue. Using paperclips to make sure it was held in place while the glue dried. Painting it with an undercoat, all proper-like.

But I remember looking at the model kit and thinking "this is crap", and "it would be far simpler to buy a finished model", and "do I really want to hang out online with people who know exactly which camouflage sceheme Jagdgeschwader JG 45 used in Spring 1943", and "this is not what God intended". I don't know if you've ever looked at any WW2 aeroplane forums, but the users are almost without exception massive assholes who spend their days arguing about the availability of 100-octane fuel during the Battle of Britain.

So I put that to one side and haven't thought about Airfix ever since.

Also, being a LEGO mogul. I was alive when Star Wars LEGO first came out, and I remember being in a position to buy multiple copies of 7191 X-wing Fighter. That was the first release in the Ultimate Collector Series. There may or may not be an Ilxor thread about it from when it was new.

My plan was to buy multiple copies and put them in the attic and sell them years later for a hefty profit. The X-Wing is an iconic design; my rationale was that it would continue to excite people my age, even if the Prequel Trilogy faded away. And my plan might have worked. 7191 was around £120-150 when new. It now sells for £900 MISB. That's "mint in sealed box" for the benefit of casual readers. You and I know what MISB means.

But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I just couldn't make the final cut. I'm tempted to say "instead I invested wisely in Cisco, and after just eighteen short years I finally broke even" but I did not invest in Cisco. And now Ilxor tells me that my url tags are wrong. I used to be able to write HTML in real time. Now I have to check and double check. I've lost so much.

Chin up! Whatever you lost, you gained sevenfold by abandoning WWII model kits...

It's a touchy subject among lego enthusiasts but the knockoff lego kits are shockingly good!

As a kid I had a big tub of generic LEGO bricks. They were all different colours, like a zebra. But different colours. Like a zebra. But different colours. Like a

I used to make things without caring about the colours. Houses. Pyramids. Cubes. I only cared about the shape. But then I moved to Vienna to further my education, and suddenly it dawned on me that my LEGO models were an abomination. Because the colours were mixed together. This was shortly after I was turned down by the local art school for the second time despite the fact that the idiot Kubizek was accepted. It dawned on me that the people who sold me this... filth, this knock-off LEGO, they had an ulterior motive. They wanted to make their perversion seem normal.

And so from that day to this I have only ever bought official LEGO products, and in very narrow range of colours.

A couple of times in my life I've decided I should put myself forward for committees, go to meetings, exchange ideas, make new friends and expand my social life. In my early 20s I joined the union at work and about 20 years later became a governor at my kids' primary school. Both times I was bored by the meetings, had nothing to contribute and left as soon as possible at the end rather than hanging around to socialise. I am not that sort of person.

exchanging ideas sounds good. i don't think i actually know too many people who have that many ideas. or they don't tell them to me if they do. maybe i need to tell them an idea to get the ball rolling. but then i remember that i don't really have any ideas either.

I asked for a fishing pole for my birthday once, having had some vague notion of getting into what I perceived was a relaxing and low-stakes hobby. It always looked that way in movies, anyway. Then I realized I don't really like worms, don't own a boat, and don't live very close to a body of water. I still have the fishing pole, but I have never used it.