Weekend

I don't understand why so many of my co-workers are fascinated by what I do on my weekends.  For several of them, the very first conversation I have with them on Monday is launched when they ask "What did you do this weekend?"  Or sometimes it's "Did you have any fun this weekend?"

I suppose it's not just my weekends that are so interesting, it's more that the folks who ask that are fascinated by weekends in general.  I hear them asking other people the same question, again, as the first conversation on Monday.  Of course, they tend to also be willing to discuss at length what they did for the weekend. 

Did I have fun?  Well, I dunno, what's your definition of fun?  I enjoy gardening and "working" on my motorcycles, but is that fun?  It doesn't make me laugh out loud, and often I'm cussing and sweating, but when I'm done I have a nice sense of accomplishment.  Sometimes in response to the "fun" question I say yes, I worked in the yard, and I get sort of a blank look.  Not their sort of fun I suppose.

And really, WTF is it their business what I did on the weekend?  I mean, that's actually kind of a personal question?  "What did you do this weekend?  Have any fun this weekend?  What were you wearing?"

I'm sure I'm the odd one here, since I suppose it is just a stupid filler question meant to serve as a social lubricant.  I can usually tell that, too, when in response to their "fun" question I say "Yes, I did, how about you?" and away they go with more details about their weekend than I ever really care to hear.  They never seem to circle back and seek details from me after I dodge the question.