That’s why it’s a hobby. Existing for your pleasure, expensive, bringing a purely symbolic result or nothing (in the case of pleasure, the process is important). Cry around the car, devote your free days to the garden - just stop offendingly curving your lips when the spouse(s) son or daughter replies that they walk to the subway on foot in beautiful weather (while you swear snow in winter due to motorism and dream of naked asphalt) - and at the same time it will be in place half an hour before you, because after blowing up in traffic jams you will be turning in search of parking space. Or will refuse to kill your vacation with you in the country / buy for your money in the store delicious vegetables and fruits, although you have a landscape harvest on the balcony, and in the warehouse for the third year burning pots with twists that nobody (including you) will eat. He may have a hobby in drawing, but he does not infuse you with paintings and does not say that the paintings of the artists are "crazed", but his drawings for pleasure are something that everyone is obliged to hang on the walls.