My hobby and my social life is science fiction, from which I learned the Secret of Life: Do good, avoid evil, and throw a room party. The rest is commentary.
In addition to sf, I knit, crochet, and keep tropical fish. These are, all of them, intensely frustrating hobbies. I also occasionally work on sf conventions. Based on the evidence, I must like being frustrated in my free time. I have no theories about why.
I come from a crazy family, and am crazy myself. I can prove it: I have a diagnosis and more drugs than you can shake a stick at. One might prefer otherwise, but you play the hand you're dealt.
I live with my sweetie, his wife, and her sweetie. Our household is comprised of four people, three couples, two feline territories, and one big laundry pile. We've got the sex figured out, but the socks have us beat. [It's still a good line, but the Laundry Monster has been segregated, and now the socks are confused only occasionally.]