Things I Don't Really Want to Do

What, me, post? No, you're just hallucinating. I've given up posting.

I've decided I wasn't really serious about wanting to be a bartender. I'm sure my parents would be pleased if I'd bothered to mention the temptation to them. They'd also be glad to hear I'm not going to be a truck driver, a street musiciam, a secreatary, a mountain climber, a migrant farm worker or a hermit. I'm not going to earn a living by decorating cakes, sewing ballgowns, or selling bouquets. Nor am I going to be serious about my sculptures. I'm not going to design buildings, study plankton, or invent spaceships, either. I don't think my parents would have minded those last three so much, but I probably would have.

Every so often, I get tempted to waste life doing meaningless work, just 'cause that's what everyone does, and I ask myself questions like "who would want to be a truck driver?" And then I answer "me" and come up with a few good reasons why spending my life driving a purple peterbuilt up and down the same highway over and over would be fun. Or I'll think, how can I do this useless thing that I enjoy as a job? And I'll come up with florist or bartender. For a while, I'll seriously want to do whatever it is, too, and then I'll realize that it's actually a really bad idea for many very logical reasons.

It's a great stress reliever to come up with an improbable thing like that to spend the rest of one's life doing, though. It makes the realistic things seem interesting, or workable by comparisson. I think that's why I decide to spend the rest of my life mixing other people's drinks or whatever. It might even be an excuse to talk to people, says the optimist within me.