In Pursuit of Useless Skills
A defense of wasting time.
When I was little, my mother was constantly telling me that I was unfocused. Not when it came to school, I did just fine there. I could devour books for days on end, but when it came to trying new hobbies, anything was game.
I dabbled in many things.
I played seven instruments — but none of them well. (Bassoon was my mother’s personal…