What did you love to do previously that now you are indifferent towards?

Large venue concerts. Now I find the crowds annoying and obnoxious and the cost is ridiculous.

I used to be a Civil War reenactor. Confederate Marines. I was their ice angel – which means I carried a haversack of ice and a canvas bucket full of water and dried fruit, and tried to keep everyone alive as they marched around in wool uniforms in 90+ degree Florida heat.

My gear was actually about 10 lbs heavier than the standard infantry gear. And I had to wear a dress. And unlike the boys, I couldn’t strap my heaviest load onto my back. The canvas bucket of water only has about a six inch strap.

I did get to fire a 150 year old cannon, though. That was really cool.

I liked camp and the balls best. Square dancing in hoop skirts… lots of fun.

But it was a really jingoistic, ram-down-your-throat religious bunch. I got bored with it.

I used to love seeing movies in theaters, but nowadays, given the rudeness of audiences, I prefer my giant TV. I do still like to see a blockbuster like “Gravity” in a big screen, big sound theater, but only occasionally.

Watching good situation comedies on t.v. Now I can’t find anything even mildly worth watching.

Ditto TV watching. I rarely view anything on network television these days.

I also don’t read books very much, whereas I was an avid reader for decades. I can’t tell you why that has changed; I tend to blame the fact that I’m reading so much “stuff” each day in my work and personal life. And there was a time when my vision was giving me a great deal of difficulty, and I’m sure that annoyance came into play, too.

I used to go to watch Grand Prix’s. Been to Silverstone 5 times, Monaco 3 times and Nurburgring once. I was a huge fan of Michael Schumacher. Collected absolutely loads of stuff. Got loads of signed things as well. Was a very expensive hobby. Got me in debt, but I loved it. It has all died down since he retired.

Well…I wouldn’t say indifferent by any stretch, actually the opposite. I was forced to let go of one of my great passions, living the peaceful country life and tending to my geese and acreage.
As many of you know I lost my home of 7 years last spring.
I’ve dropped other hobbies/interests over the years, usually when I have mastered whatever it was and lost interest.

This shift is a life milestone. After decades of country/mountain living I fear I will never be able to go back to that lifestyle and it bites, big time.
The end of an era.

I had. Lot more outdoor activities until I went to medical school. Now I’ve been to busy, and I have a kid to boot. I’m still interested, but each adventure takes too much time

I used to love working with chocolate. It was my profession for 20 years or so. It was a good match for my propensities: highly technical yet aesthetically rewarding, precise. At its highest level, it’s the culinary equivalent of watchmaking.

My interest took root in France, where I learned the basics of the trade. There, the public appreciates and supports good chocolate work. Through those years, this looked like something I was good at, enjoyed, and had decent potential for supporting our family.

When we moved back to the States, though, in the early 90s, I found that the market was very different. Fannie May and See’s still passed as fine chocolate. Godiva evoked swoons. There were also huge logistical problems: the chocolates I knew how to make were very perishable and fragile. They couldn’t sit in a store’s showcase for weeks. Shipping them across the country was expensive and perilous. Ideally, I would have been carrying them gently from the dipping station out to a little shop, and they would have been melting in someone’s mouth within a couple of days.

After years of that, I lost hope. It felt like I was trying to start a fire with wet wood, constantly lighting matches and fanning, and getting only smoke in return. I stopped getting any pleasure from the work itself. Now, making chocolates is the stuff of my bad dreams. Just two nights ago, I dreamed about being back in the chocolate kitchen, and everything was going wrong.

@Coloma – when I hit the sweepstakes, I’m totally buying a farm and hiring you as manager.

Ski. After 10 years I was still on the bunny hill. I realized that what was holding me back was a basic fear of falling forward. I’d lean forward, but my rear end would try to keep me in balance and push back. I realized it was hopeless. And it got too expensive for my budget. I have fond memories of the exhilaration and cold wind in my face . And moguls. I loved moguls.

@Seek_Kolinahr Then can we say, “Seek bought the farm”?

I give you permission. Haha.

@Seek_Kolinahr It’s a deal! Likewise…if I win the lottery I will buy the farm and you can live there for free. :-)

Playing video games. I played hours a day, back in the early 80’s. Now, I look at what passes for entertainment and yawn. The last great video game was Doom.

@Seek_Kolinahr If you only had bought that powerball ticket in Zephyrhills. My husband actually seemed annoyed with me that I had not bought a ticket for that win. LOL. It’s not like I would have been buying it in Zephyrhills though.

I was in the office pool. Sadly, our tickets were purchased in east Tampa. Alas.

MTV, it used to have music videos on it

Soccer – I gave up soccer when the recovery time got longer than the time between games. Can’t say I am indifferent however. I detest not being able to play.

Caving – although I still go occasionally, I just don’t appreciate the crawling like I used to.

My job – working on retiring at some point.

4wheeling and muddin with my drunk friends. All my rowdy friends have settled down to less dangerous outdoor activities.

[Edit as I missed the “indifferent” in the title]: When I was a child, I was very taken to drawing, but the thing is that my drawings weren’t very good. I wanted to write and illustrate children’s literature, but it just wasn’t going to happen. I don’t have an eye for drawing, so it was a fairly easy hobby to give up. Writing, however, was not and I wish to gain it back again.

I had sort of the same experience as @muppetish , but with acting instead of drawing. I was the best actor at my high school, but I didn’t get many parts in college. I assumed that it was because of politics and nepotism. So I moved to San Francisco and joined a professional troupe. After a few years, I got to see videos of myself acting. I discovered that I was an incredible ham and was having a blast on stage, but I wasn’t actually very good at the acting part. It’s kind of ironic, because I was getting paid to act on stage—but it was drag theater and we were all hams and most of us were bad actors.

I had a lot of fun acting in San Francisco, but when I moved back East, all there was to perform in was community theater and “serious” acting. I had no interest at all. Maybe if I got to do some of the crazy stuff my SF troupe did—- maybe then I’d be interested. But acting—no—I don’t think I’m good enough for even community theater. And I’m not that interested.

Up until about five years ago I was what you’d call a “gym rat”. I couldn’t get enough. Five to six days a week 2–4 hours each day I would go to the local gym and do cardio and weights. If I didn’t go I literally felt guilty, but I absolutely loved the way it made me feel and I was friends with the owner which made it even better. I stopped going due to a guy I was with….he did not like me going because of his own insecurities and I was dumb enough to let him make me feel guilty for it. Well….it is easy to let yourself get out of shape quickly….I have tried going back a couple times but being older, heavier and busier (excuses…yep maybe) now…I just did not have the same feeling for it. It was like forcing myself…I hated it. I even hired a personal trainer. His style of training and motivation was to humiliate me in front of others….NOT. So…no more gym.

I used to design and construct fantasy costumes. I would spend hours every week shopping in various fabric shops. A trip to San Francisco or Las Vegas meant a whole day in the lovely fabric emporiums. When my sons grew up, I quit going to Fan Conventions and lost interest.

I used to play with toy cars all the time as a kid. Now I’m probably indifferent to it. Legos, however…

As a kid I loved everything about dogs. I didn’t want to be a vet even, I just loved learning all about the breeds. Sometime in high school I guess, that interest got lost in everything else going on and I never regained it. I still have all my old dog fancy magazines but I just don’t care anymore. I love my pets of course, but I don’t research golden retrievers for hours either.

And I’d say cooking to an extent too. This is only recently. Baking is my heart but I’ve always liked cooking as well but lately only baking satisfies me. I’m not sure if it’s just a general depression or what. I just don’t feel that passion.

Chicanery.

@Blondesjon I looked up chicanery in the dictionary the other day and it had your picture

World of Warcraft. I was so addicted to that in 2004–2005… why???

I’m doing some old question surfing. My answer is my interest in professional sports. As a young child up to the age of thirty I was so obsessed with sports that I could literally name every player, including the backups, on almost every professional baseball, football, basketball and hockey team. Now I don’t even know who the hell Tebow is, though I’ve heard a lot about him.

I still enjoy playing some sports when I can, and I love bowling tournaments along with watching little league games. I’m no longer a professional game addict though. These days I’d rather watch a good theist vs atheist debate over even the most important professional sports game.