Some people seem to really enjoy cigars. Like really enjoy them. I will never get that.
Some people seem to really love cheesecake. It seems more important to some people than your average desert. All cheesecake tastes basically the same to me which is bad.
Some people really love driving. Just the act itself is enjoyable and relaxing. I don’t have that gene. Driving is just a way to get where I’m going and if I were ever a billionaire, hiring someone to drive me everywhere 24/7 would be one of the first things I would do.
How about you? Things others seem to love that you just don’t.
Weed. Evangelicalistic pot smokers regard even photos of sticky buds with religious awe, but all three times I smoked I ended up nauseated, scared, wired, and incredibly anxious for the feeling to pass. The smell doesn’t phase me, but persuasive acquaintances enjoying a buzz would have the same amount of success coaxing me to drink spoiled milk.
Hamburgers. I can barely eat meat anyway, and I’m a little jealous of the ease and economy of a quick, cheap burger. The texture, mystery, and little rubbery, grayish nuggets in ground beef disgust me to the point I can’t force myself to try a bite.
Shopping on Black Friday (and waiting outside a store for hours beforehand). News footage shows hordes of people freezing their tits and balls off for hours before the store opens, and then literally running into stores the instant the doors are unlocked, occasionally injuring or killing other shoppers in the process. I don’t understand the excitement, or what bargain could be good enough to compell me to stand on an icy sidewalk for 8+ hours in the middle of the night.
Wine. I’ve never understood what people get out of it. My folks are wine snobs, and they will happily spend hundreds or even thousands on a good bottle of wine…and, frankly, it’s wasted on me, as cheap or expensive the red tastes pretty much the same to me, and the white wines I like are the sweet ones that my folks turn their noses up at.
Seinfeld…again, never got what people saw in it. I remember listening to cow-orkers raptly discussing the latest episode and thinking ‘man, that really sounds good’…only to watch the same episode and go ‘meh’.
Watching sports…again, never gotten this. I mean, when I was younger I enjoyed PLAYING sports, but watching someone else play? Don’t get it…and certainly don’t get the emotional attachment and investment some folks put into watching someone else play a game.
Shooting. I grew up in the suburbs but I started shooting .22s whenever boy scout camp would let me. I’ve qualified on small arms in the military, and I’ve shot skeet and paper targets at commercial ranges. My conclusion is that it’s an incredibly boring hobby, on par with fishing and below golf and canoeing. I do not understand the appeal.
I’ve lived in a very snowy place for my entire life, where many people enjoy skiing, snowboarding, snowmobiling, ice fishing, etc., but I hate all winter sports. Why anyone would go out in the cold for fun is beyond me.
Honestly I think a lot of people don’t really get into it, they just do it because it’s socially expected. You gotta understand being introverted doesn’t mean you don’t like happy social interaction. It means hanging out with people takes a lot of energy and too many at once can be overwhelming. Two people at a time is about perfect.
I too don’t get the sports thing.
Also shopping, especially clothes shopping. I hate malls (again, see: introvert.) I love buying things (not clothes), so I’m a happy little piggy due to the advent of online shopping. You have a huge selection and you don’t have to talk to anyone.
Beer. I have this friend who always brings over different kinds of beers, and I’ve tried every single one. And I hate every single one. I’ll stick with tequila, rum and vodka, thanks.
Cold water beaches and coastline. That includes every single beach north of Virginia on the East Coast and all West Coast beaches in the U.S. by my definition. I love the ocean and swimming but I hate cold water. The beaches are just the doorway to that. If the water is cold, that makes the whole thing about as useful to me as a Wal-Mart parking lot on a Saturday night but not as much fun. Some people fall all over themselves and pay big money to go to beaches ranging from Cape Cod to Washington state. I won’t be one of them. The closest worthwhile beaches are in the Caribbean.
Don’t get it…and certainly don’t get the emotional attachment and investment some folks put into watching someone else play a game.