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Most people have hobbies, and while some are rather ordinary, such as knitting or solving crosswords, others are unique. In general, the hobbies we practice offer an escape from the daily stress and bring enjoyment. They also provide a chance for personal growth by allowing us to show our creativity, and learn new skills and interests.

A woman shared that she and a guy she liked were on a date and he invited her over. She accepted the invite and went to his place. When she asked to use the bathroom, she noticed there were no towels there so she opened one of the cabinets. Inside, there was a bra. She was confused and asked him why he had it, to which he replied, “Please don’t mess it up, I need to deliver it to a customer tomorrow.” It turned out he was making custom bras. He then showed her his workspace and she felt a bit embarrassed. They didn’t date much longer, but it didn’t have to do anything with his little hobby.

The elderly neighbor, 78, who was living all by herself started having a young man over. It was all fine until the man living next door heard yelling coming from her house. He went to inspect and make sure she was fine. When she opened the door, he noticed her wearing a karate attire. Despite her age, she wanted to try something new and the man thought it was a great idea.

On a way home from work, a woman started crocheting at the bus. A man sitting next to her started inching closer, which made her feel uncomfortable. But then, she noticed him holding a knitting book in his hands. It turned out he was interested in her work. The two engaged in a conversation and stayed in touch.

This family is addicted to camping. So when the summer rolls around, they all pack their bags and tents and have a lovely time in the nature. The stories from every of those trips is wild; from tick bites, bear scares, a catamaran flipped over, to all their food getting soaked in water. But no matter these “unpleasant” experiences and saying “no more camping ever again,” they are off to the woods every year.

While many people enjoy gardening and planting flowers, an elderly lady sharing her hobby loves cultivating her beautiful mini gardens made entirely of moss, creating tranquil green landscapes that are pure enjoyment for the eyes.

Some time ago, a woman was asked to write a play for her friend. It was supposed to be a college assignment. However, the friends said she didn’t need it any longer so the woman decided to enter contest instead. She won it and that encouraged her to continue writing plays. Some of them are now performed in the local theater. This doesn’t bring much money, but it’s a nice hobby, don’t you agree?

“I create handmade soap flowers that can be used as decorations, so I want to make it my business, what do you think?” a woman shared on Reddit. Lovey, isn’t it?

“In 2020, I started experimenting with growing strawberries, thinking the idea of scaling up seemed far-fetched. I never imagined I would reach a point where I’d be supplying restaurants and pastry shops across the city that loved the quality of my freshly picked produce.”

“I made this bracelet with white crystals and peridot, and it really has a forest vibe.”

“Impulsively picked up another hobby. Might put more time into sculpting random things”

Do you have a hobby on your own?

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