Flea (The Market Variety)

When one chooses an activity to pursue all-out, one immerses oneself wholly, bandying about its lingo as if the world should know what you mean. Take for instance an Ultimate Frisbee Player; things like grabhuckscore and insideoutoutsidein throws come as naturally as breathing (it was either frisbee or the flea market craze, and it seems I know slightly more about the former than the latter, hence my choice of example). More so than that, one is defined by the activity, especially to those in the same social circles (people like you or me). So one could, say, be an SA rugger, be from RJ badminton, or like me, an AC debater. Even if one has a second, equally heavy commitment something else, or picks up something in later life, there's always the easily identifiable tag to fall back on when one is talked about in said social circles. Yet very often in our pursuit of the highest standards of our activity of choice (and believe me, people like us don't do it any other way; "recreational" is very much taboo), when we leave it is with a strange feeling of not knowing what else to fill one's time with. Yes, we can very ably become coaches, play for clubs or, very rarely, make it a profession (because of a. the lack of avenues in our sunny island and b. sometimes going pro ruins the thing itself completely), but I have always wondered what I would pick up that is completely separate (and tuition or driving or applying for uni don't count; neither does church or ministry work (or ad-hoc charity/community work) really count either.). I've been asked to learn soccer from scratch (trust me, it will be from scratch; I have zero experience), or really put myself out there in frisbee, or master french or spanish, or volunteer in a full-time capacity at a major ethnic self-help group. It's not as if I don't have things to occupy my time with; and the idea of a job of any sort seems rather demanding. What can be my in-between?