Porn Watcher

I’ve needed new contact lenses for a while and so recently went to an Optometrist I hadn‘t visited before. (And, no, my eyes weren’t failing because I’d been jacking-off watching too much porn. It had been three or four years since my last check up, that‘s all.) My room mate accompanied me to the exam, and as we waited in the receptionist area I filled out the New Patient forms. There was an odd category; "List your hobbies."

I had to stop and think about this question. The usual answers seemed so trite: reading, music, theatre, baseball, cooking, wine. Sure I enjoy all that, but are they my hobbies? I turned to my room mate and asked him what he thought my hobbies are. He pondered for quite a while, then got an odd look on his face, looked at me and earnestly asked, “Porn?”

I guess he nailed it. You just can’t get away from the truth, can you?

So I dutifully wrote down “Reading, music, theatre, baseball, cooking, wine.”