When going through rough events I tend to take up a hobby. It keeps my mind occupied and from wallowing in depression. When I was re-acclimating to America after living abroad I took up crocheting because nothing says I'm a rockin' 24 year old like a series of handmade scarves. My dad died and I started writing. After my last break up I took up weeping uncontrollably and drunk dialing the ex. It was a really proud time in my life that I have decided to not repeat. So this time I am weighing my options and am currently thinking of taking up the guitar. Why you ask? Because I am tone deaf. And that'll be fun for my neighbors and friends. They'll HAVE to listen you see, because it's the break up hobby. They'll have to be supportive while I strum incorrectly and belt out my off key rendition of Tiny Dancer. (Side note, I sing this song often, especially when drunk and always off key, but it will be fun to add in some accompaniment). Don't believe me? Please look at Consulting Girl and the horrible scarf I made her wear around even though it was July.
I'm a giver. Time to look up guitars.