Someone asked me why are you always in a hurry to return home after classes get over. You do nothing at home.
Yes, I do nothing out of the world at home. But home is my place, a relaxing place. I may study, read a book, blog, roam around in the house, open all the cupboards (most of the times in vain) looking for “something good” to eat or just lie in bed and do nothing. That’s my kind of enjoyment.
You may have a big circle of friends with whom you hang out regularly. I have a handful of friends whom I meet in months. And yes, instead of partying with them, I’d prefer having deep conversations with them about anything and everything. That’s my choice.
Why should my definitions of home, of relaxation, of enjoyment, of partying, of friends align with your definitions?
In response to Word of the Day- Enjoyment