Passing time

How do you follow something, say a passing interest or hobby. Or club.
Well nowadays you become a fan. Not really. But on Facetube.
The thing about an interest is that it should be part of still waters. It should be close to your heart.
It should be none of anyone else's business unless they share an interest in you or it.
Interests might be discovered in passing but they should preferably be unique enough to invite jealous mockery.

I remember a boy at school who won a speaking competition, talking about macrame. Which is knitting with big wool as I remember.
I took a beating talking about the Seven Wonders of the World which I had chosen with palpable reluctance after being press-ganged into doing something.
After my speech, I failed at the first question. How many of the seven wonders have you actually visited?, asked the teacher.
The bloody teacher! Never having been abroad this was difficult. Actually humiliating.

What a cow. Even to this day I can barely bring myself to regret going over, taking her in a headlock firmly enough to mask her ears and shouting, "How many have you seen? How many of the seven wonders of the bloody world have you seen? With your copious time off and rock star salary. ANSWER ME!"
In fairness she played her part well by flailing around and taking the rest of the term off.
I was held back of course and she started on a whatever brain-settling drug was popular at the time.
Lessons were well learned all round.
I learned not to respond to peer pressure.
I learned that verbal violence can be simply enhanced with a little bit of chest bumping and have famously beefed up to become a considerable physical threat.
And I found that by bringing this logic to bear I can save other young souls from the same treatment.
And that's where I have been ever since.
She's still on benzos.