When I worked a job with no opportunities, I made the opportunities myself. You know, the opportunity to nap in the back room, try the new dish for free, or call in sick when the latest Call of Duty was released. Chicken will serve itself, I thought, but I’m missing out on some valuable “Jane” time.
...while I was on Thought Catalog, an online magazine composed of submissions primarily from twenty-somethings, I came across a post that echoed my sentiments: “Why do we stop growing and experiencing new things as we get older?” While the author had no real answer to provide, the article ,combined with the recent inquisitions about my guitar-playing, got me wondering.
Every time I tell people, “I dislike skating,” or whenever the topic of Ottawa’s canal is brought up and I say, “I don’t do that,” they always respond in one of two ways: they either gasp and say, “But you’re Canadian, how can you not like skating?” Or they give me a weird, long, and uncomfortable stare and ask incredulously if I even like hockey—which, now that we’re on the topic, isn’t my first choice when it comes to watching sports.