I got invited to go fishing with some coworkers and had to say no. It's kind of a shame since I don't have any friends and it was a chance to do something social, plus the area they wanted to go is chill and out in the woods. But I've never been comfortable with fishing. It's a big part of where I grew up. Lots of people don't even eat the fish. They toss the poor things back in the water.
Maybe I could still go but just hang out on the shore.
But what if, when you were a kid, your grandpa took you to the local coma ward and together you put hooks through the mouths of the patients and it was really fun but also a great bonding activity? And now, as an adult, sometimes, on the weekend, if the weather's nice, you'll slip down to the ward and hook a few and remember the good times?