I am not what you’d call an active person. I’m no couch potato, but my job keeps on my feet a lot so when I get home, I like to relax. I’m not into sports or other outdoor activities. I’ve been this way since I was a kid. I enjoy playing around on the computer, watching TV, listening to music, and reading. A definite stay-at-home kinda guy. When I tell most people this, they usually respond with, “Man, you need to get a life!”
What they REALLY mean is, “Man, you need to get a life that is similar in many ways to my life, or, perhaps a life that I approve of.”
I shouldn’t have to defend my lifestyle (or the lack thereof :)), but sometimes I have no choice. These guys at work think that playing golf is the greatest thing since (insert last great thing here).
A definite homebody. My wife and I go out some, but have more fun at home. Whether it is with the computer, books, games, or hanging out and talking with friends, we find it is much more enjoyable to do things here than to have to go somewhere.
Well, no big surprise that “AuntiePam” isn’t table dancing at Big Earl’s, training for RAGBRAI, or giving tae kwon do lessons.
If I didn’t interact with people at work, I’d be more inclined to “get out more” afterwards. But shoot, it’s a small town. I’d just be seeing the same people, only they’d be cleaner.
We are definite homebodies. I prefer my cooking over everyone elses, no one makes Roast Beef and Potatoes quite like mine. Heck, all our food is home cooking. We load up on books, CDs and videos from the library.
The apartment is clean and quiet. It is kept well stocked with all essentials, so one could stay inside for a week, if necessary.
Don’t care for any sports, and wouldn’t waste $7.50 on any movie.
This place is the way a home is supposed to be, a quiet haven.
Damn! <smacks self on forehead> You mean to tell me that going out every night and wasting one’s time and money in the pathetic search for fulfillment and purpose is life?
I’ve had the whole sodding thing wrong all these years? And here me and the kids had thought that our little corner of the world was as close to the promised land as we had a right to expect.
I just hate it when paradise turns out to be a dung-heap. So then, where are we supposed to look for this life that we’re looking to get? Any ideas?
Dr. Watson
“He who sees the truth, let him proclaim it, without asking who is for it or who is against it.” – Henry George
You don’t suppose that most of the members of this board lean toward introspection and are happy with solitude? Keeping up with the threads sucks time right out of the day. How often does a user of this BB go to bed at 3 am? Just one more post…ok, one more…etc.
Get a life? Get drunk? Get laid? What are we asking here?
Not much of a party guy here, either.
BTW, I really like golfing by myself, late in the afternoon. Alone.
Good points Beakeroni, and I say that in all sincerity despite my snickering over your user name. (Okay, I give up, explain it to us please? It’s just too funny to say aloud . . . )
I’m supposing that the OP is mildly protesting the imposition of the marketing skills of the Nike-style activity fascists on the lives of those who’d rather not try to descend steel railings on a skateboard as they commute to work in the morning.
Perhaps you’re right that the more contemplative folks prefer a bit of unencumbered space about them, or perhaps you’re equating, “Get drunk? Get laid?,” with the very protest that was registered – that these things hardly qualify as ‘a life’, and that it is insultingly juvenile to condemn those who do not devote their lives to pursuing these entertainments to the exclusion of all else.
No doubt there are those who really do need to find something better to do than to drool and obsess over a simple message board, but I expect that ‘most’ of the members here simply find the board to be a welcome respite and a place that allows their ‘real lives’ to recede slightly in favor of their ‘real selves’.
Golf alone do ye? Sounds like yer one of us . . .
Dr. Watson
“Intelligent life? Where?”
Not everyone here is a homebody. SOME of us like to unwind after a day (and night)of work, b-ball, school, dancing, skirt-chasing, and drinking, with a beer and a bulletin board. I’m glad I found this one.
Trumpy303 said
What they REALLY mean is, “Man, you need to get a life that is similar in many ways to my life, or, perhaps a life that I approve of.”
I agree. That’s why I say it. Usually to people that I’d like to see enjoy life. I might think twice next time. Thanks!
I’ve straddled the gamut from sky-diving raquetball fanatic who lived in the bars and had severe dating problems (i.e., not the kind you have from not going out enough) to self-occupying lone ranger. Right now I’m passing from a (long) period of being satisfied enough to be alone with myself and my doings (~5 years since SO deal finally crashed) and my work to wanting to open up various parts of life that involve other folks again. As I’ve learned from previous cycles of this (not quite a) sine wave, this time I’ll do it on even more of my own terms.
Nothin’ wrong with hanging out with yourself, though.
I’m a homebody. Maybe not a couch potato. I like to work outside in my yards. I have my own home in the country on a private lake. I share the lake with a ski club in the summer, other than that I have it to myself. I have a pier with a 10 x 10 deck on the end. I spend a lot of time just sitting outside and watching nature. I love to read, I like to play on the computer, and I have enough home projects going that I don’t feel the need to leave home.
My pet peeve: People that haven’t seen me for a little while always ask me if I’ve met someone. They can’t seem to understand that I do not need a man in my life (I have plenty of male friends) to be happy. If it happens it happens but I do not dwell on it nor do I go out to the meat markets (bars) looking.
So you are right, this is my life, and I happen to love it.
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I’m a homebody too. I just don’t get why people equate partying with a life. I’m 17 I go out sometimes to the clubs. (Teen clubs I don’t sneak into the adult ones. I’ll be legal in a few months I can wait for that.) I also read a lot and I bike out back (we live right beside a HUGE park and I mean huge its got a river and picnic areas, stables and wildlife like deer) play on the comp all that stuff. My life is good I don’t need to go out and get drunk and dance the night away every night of the week.
Never run from anything immortal, it attracts their attention.
I agree with the OP. I just don’t find going out anywhere as pleasant and relaxing as just staying at home. Clubs and parties are chaotic, loud and disorienting to me. Strenuous physical activity makes me feel depressed, for some reason.
Being dragged from point A all the way through to point F in a dismal, tiring, and ultimately unsuccessful search for entertainment when I would be perfectly happy staying at home reading seems kind of counterproductive.
Lynn, I think this thread is absolutely failing to live up to the standards of this forum and should be booted to MPSIMS, unless somebody curses or insults pretty soon.
This is not a homebody thing, but I agree with the OP. My roommate disapproves of several aspects of the way I live (no, not the ones that affect him). Specifically, being a promiscuous mouse-potato who occasionally forgets to eat when I’m doing something more interesting. To which my response is the same as the OP’s.
Woo Hoo! We’re belonging in the Pit now with these last bits of profanity!
I am a big homebody. Always have been. In my youth I spent a lot of time drawing, painting and reading at home. I did have friends, went to parties, (well, not that many parties) but I needed to be alone to draw and paint. It made me happy. And it took a lot of my time.
Now that I am grown, I know that my youth was not wasted, at least in that respect. Right now I do think I could get more of a “life”, but that’s not because I don’t party enough, or get drunk enough. I just need to do more drawing and painting than I do now.
Also, growing up, my family went on lots of outings, like (guess!) visiting Yosemite National Park, seeing the wildflowers blooming in the spring, going to see the Joshua Trees in the CA desert. As an adult, I still think nothing compares to just visiting the woods, the forest, looking at trees, or beautiful scenery. I don’t hike, really. I just like to be there, and take picutres, maybe do a watercolor. Is this a “life” according to some? Apparently not. Some of my friends make fun of me, and wonder why I have to go back to see the same damned rocks and trees, over and over again. Sounds pretty damned boring to them. Especially when I could go to somewhere like Las Vegas instead. But, sorry, I beg to disagree.
Damned Sons of Bitches. Damned Monkey-Touchers. (This is an in-joke. Long story.) Talking too loud in German and standing too close to me while I am admiring Yosemite Falls! Damn! Get a life!
SOME of us like to unwind after a day (and night)of work, b-ball, school, dancing, skirt-chasing, and drinking, with a beer and a bulletin board. I’m glad I found this one.