Making music. I am a clarinetist who has not played in over three years because I got my two front teeth root-canaled and capped for a ridiculous amount of money. Playing the clarinet involves biting with those two front teeth on the mouthpiece, with a not insignificant amount of pressure. I’m terrified both of hurting my teeth again and, somewhat more irrationally, that I won’t be able to play like I used to because the teeth are differently shaped and will therefore change my embouchure entirely. I know I need to get over my fear and just jump into it again, but right now it feels pretty unavailable.
Philosophy. It’s just not fun or even all that interesting anymore. It makes me tired now to think about the very same things that used to intrigue me more deeply than anything. I have no idea why. Hopefully it’s a result of depression and my excitement for philosophy will return as that lifts.
@Aster My local bar has live music every weekend, and no matter who plays the floor is always monopolized by about a dozen delightfully, crazily dancing 50–70 year olds who all look really silly and don’t give a damn. I think it’s excellent.