Learning to play an instrument.

Working out 🏋️‍♀️

I find it excruciatingly boring

Id literally rather piss my own pants

Luckily i can do neither as well

I never got into rock n roll the way I got into sex and drugs.

Rallycross. The day may come, but right now I have several higher priorities and more important places to put my money.

Sailing. Flying a plane.

Dancing. I am very envious at the ease certain people demonstate when dancing. The complete control of their body, the syncing with the music, the beauty of the mouvements. I am not talking classical dancing or elaborate choreography, only knowing how to dance really well at parties.

Skateboarding. Wingsuit flying. BASE jumping.

All seem like SO much fun. But, Im entering middle age with two kids. Broken bones are not fun. Nor are risks not covered by my insurance, apparently. That's what my partner tells me anyway. She gets final say on fun.

Or, the insurance company does. Whichever. They're on the same side: against injury. And fun.

For me it was: Goth and the kink scene (not necessarily both together). Also I wanted to collect collectibles, but clutter and choctky drive me crazy.

Van life

Upcycling. There's just so much stuff we throw away and I currently have no creative hobbies where I am producing something... I might start this year.

Skateboarding. I was into punk in middle/high-school, some of my friends were skateboarders, but I never bought a board. I'm pushing 40 now and it's way too late to start, even as a midlife crisis.

In hindsight I wish I would have learned some charisma and became a cult leader.

I'm single and childless, so I've been fortunate to do everything I've ever wanted to do.

The one thing that comes to mind is meditation. I can't really get my thoughts or brain to shut off.

Cooking, in a serious way. I started waiting tables, then salad/prep and mid house, but I never went any further. I was a professional musician about 40 years and full time sysadmin for 21 years, but cooking was a missed opportunity I didn't take. I was just thinking about this yesterday.

An actual regret. I would never have had enough hours leftover for the dedication required.

Tile mosaics would be really fun (I never even made a stepping stone in grade school), but it's way too messy between mixing up cement and pouring it out into molds of some type in order to stick the tiles into, let alone smashing up a bunch of big tiles into shards to use for such a project, to be feasible atm, ditto for anything dealing with plaster.

Paper mache, a medium I haven't messed with since middle school, would also be really fun to pick up again some day, but just like plaster and tile mosaics/stepping stones, it's also too messy to be feasible right now; not only will you have paste dripping everywhere due to the nature of paper mache as a medium, but you're also going to at least be up to your wrists in it, possibly up to your elbows depending on how big you're going or even having it drip all over you if you're making something big enough for people to play in, eg. like a big dome for people to draw on both inside and out, but you're also basically playing in slime all day with that project which is why it's as fun as it is.

There are things I really wanted to do but couldn't due to a crippling fear of heights. Rock climbing, parachuting, high diving all look so fun. But I find myself crawling back, shivering in fear, trying my best to control the panic attack.

Reading books. I used to be so into it as a kid, but once I got to my teen years I just couldn't anymore. Every few years I try again and manage to read a few books, but then just stop and never go back. Just last year I tried again, read 10 books, and then just stopped.

Woodworking. Maybe some day.

I wanted to be a comic book artist. I can draw, I don't do it as often as I should, and I'm not bad at it. I wanted to make comic books, get them published at an independent level, and maybe someone would read them. I could just never finish anything I started. I'd have all these great ideas for a story but I would just end up word vomiting them on a page and didn't know how to expand on it or draw it out. Same thing when I'd try to write a story/novel. How could I create something with several chapters when I just spew everything out within a few pages. So I gave up.

Pottery!

Proper/healthy cooking. Sports.