genrally life in general

recently i have had my first guitar lesson and just finished a painting, inbetween i have been reading. i have been forced to hault my old hobbies and find new ones, surprisingly i have actually enjoyed the new ones, enough to stop me from going mental anyway. however sport is an irreplaceable hobby in my everyday existence, my new pass times are ok, but i feel they may just be there for the sake of it, token activities just to occupy me until i can physically return to sport. i may be wrong, i hope i carry on playing the guitar and reading because i enjoy them both a lot, but not as much as sport. if someone asked me for a game of croquet while it was pouring with rain and i was at an exciting stage in the plot of the best book i had ever had the pleasure of reading, i would put the book down and go for a game of croquet. and i have never even played croquet but i know ill like it because its a sport, a competition and you can win or lose or draw, or be lucky or unlucky, or play well or badly. thats why sport is better than reading. reading is much better than i used to think though, i never used to consider reading, but now i inquire readers of books about which books are good and which books are bad. i go to the library, and like an avid anorak of literature, scour through the shelves of neatly placed books, in precise alphabetical order of author, until my eyes fix their visual field upon the particular one i was searching for and erupt in celebration. (unless that particular book isnt present in its correct place, then i feel a grave sense of dissapointment that i will have to reserve the book, then wait until it returns from the hands of whoever had the joy of reading it, then i can finally attack it and enjoy it or hate it)