We all have minor hobbies that make us happy and divert us from our daily lives.

Someone like cooking, creating wonders in the kitchen, while others enjoy knitting snug sweaters and making handmade sausages.

And sometimes what began as a pastime evolves into an additional source of money.

Story 1:

I met a man. Our connection progressed swiftly, and he asked me to his home.

I entered the restroom to wash my hands, but there was no towel. I opened the cabinet and discovered a bra.

It turns out that he was creating custom bras. I wasn’t convinced at first, but when he showed me the mannequins and his workspace, I felt a bit ashamed.

I felt a little disappointed that we had to split ways ultimately. However, it was not because of his employment; we simply did not get along.

Story 2:

My neighbor is 78 years old and lives alone. A kind and peaceful woman. I saw that a young man started visiting her.

It would have been nothing, but when he arrived, I heard screams.

I began to worry, so one day I knocked on the door. They are calm.

And suddenly the door opens, revealing an elderly woman dressed in a karate kimono.

I was blown away! She wanted to try something new in her old age, and this guy started showing her various postures and lunges.

Story 3:

One day, I’m on the train headed home from work, crocheting a pullover. That’s how I relax and pass the time on the road. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the man next to me staring at me and moving closer and closer.

I suppose that’s the last thing I need right now. And then I glance down and see him clutching a knitting book.

It turns out he was merely watching me crochet. We ended up conversing and getting to know each other. We are still in contact.

Story 4:

My daughter-in-law phoned me before my granddaughter was five years old.

She stated, “My kid wants a gift for her birthday—a bat, terrifying yet cute. I couldn’t locate anything similar in a shop.

“Maybe you can figure something out.” So, here is what I created. © Nataly Gorshkova / Pikabu

Story 5:

My entire family enjoys camping and other outdoor activities. Grandma, grandfather, grandpa’s brother and his family, mother, father, aunt, uncle, brother, sister, sister’s husband, and their daughter.

Every year, my family goes camping. It is out of the question. One month in the highlands.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy nature, camping, cooking over a fire, and all of that. I’m not troubled by the lack of hot water, the insects, or the fact that my rucksack weighs more than half of me.

But every time I go camping with them, we have experiences. Bears? Sure. Has a catamaran capsized on the rapids? Yes! All the cauldrons and food for ten days, drowning in the river? Great.

We were inundated, and our tent was nearly carried away overnight? Yeah! Got bitten by a tick? Ha! That is not a bear, after all! You understand what I mean. There’s a little bit of everything.

Every time I return from a trip, I hurl myself into the arms of society, thinking, “Never again!”

And when summer comes again, I begin to wonder, “Well, that wasn’t so horrible, was it? This time it will be OK.” I went camping again. © Overheard / Ideas

Story 6:

I knit and read! I try to reread YA books from my youth, and for crocheting, I bought $50 worth of yarn at the beginning of October and still have 80% of it, so it will last me a long time! © 132Adrian/ Reddit

Story 7:

Ten years ago, I wrote a play at the request of a friend, but she didn’t need it, so I entered it in a contest. I won.

My plays are now in theaters. Another premiere is coming soon. However, I don’t make much money from this. I make a lot more money working in an office. © Lika/ ADME

I’ve attempted to combine “productive” activities that are good in several ways. I enjoy organizing things, learning how to make healthy ethnic cuisines, and engaging in wellness activities.

It’s like taking tasks and transforming them into something nice and useful in my life. It provides me a lot of enjoyment and fulfillment while also keeping me grounded and healthy.

I took it and proceeded to ask my “boyfriend,” “What’s that supposed to mean?” And he calmly said, “Just don’t get it dirty; I have to send it to a customer.”