There's a thought that's been like a damn itch in the back of my mind it has been demanding my most immediate attention (by immediate I mean thinking about it). It happens to be post-secondary school, as much as I am constantly reminded that I still have time ahead of me to test my likes, and broaden my range of career choices, I feel quite contrary. Quite frankly, I feel overwhelmed and this issue is getting much colossal by the day, and I was thinking about it even more when my friend harmlessly asked me "what is your dream job?". Who would have freaking thought that I was pondering over that question like she just asked me if I'd like to kiss that guy in Dundas street that knowingly creeps out out people with his downright redundant ejaculation of the word "Jesus". But that's how it felt, like I wish to be so many things, I mean who doesn't want some adventurous and non tame career in their life. But how often do these people achieve such dreams? How do you even go about capturing those ultimate self-fulfilling jobs- that's really the puzzling question, you take some courses in high school then BAM! You're suddenly ready to embark in one path? I think not. I can summon some raw determination when called for, but determination goes in hand with a goal, what's my future goal? After my friend asked me the cringe worthy question, I had four farsighted plans for my future, but I will share two since the other two are more of a fancy of mine. I'm partial to the unmentioned ones.
1. The Philanthropist:
She has a slightly peaceful smile tugging at her lips after one particularly successful day of feeding "developing countries" children. She pulls at her cap which is shading her from the blistering sun that envelopes the city of Quito, her pants are army colored and suitable for a long day of labor with the humble families that live in the nearby hamlet. She is deep thought, thinking that she seriously needs to talk to her colleagues about building a mineral water plant to lessen the spread of the new influenza. After all, unclean and unfiltered water is the cause of the recent plague. - sigh I can't let go of the idealist in me.
2. Family Attorney;
Walks in her living room where she finds her husband idly perusing through today's paper, then kicks off her heels and drops dramatically on the couch.
"Well wasn't that one heck of hearing? Thought Judge Simmons was just about to hold me in contempt of his damn court for emphasizing a little too hard the lack of maternal instincts that our impetuous Ms. Robbs has. Seriously the lady has but an ounce of affection for that boy, why she insists on stripping the father of his visiting rights is quite beyond me." Releases a frustrated breath.
"Honey don't stress about it too much if you don't want to brew a 10 o'clock headache"
" Wish it was that easy, but if you were there to see the look on that boys face... It was certainly shattering, he had precocious eyes, nothing that fit too well with his mere 14 years. He looked too stoic during the whole hearing, like this tongue lashing between her parents was too familiar to fluster him "
"Hmm, boy probably had to grow up too soon" Her husband replied nonchalantly.
"Well, I'm going to work my damnest to get that father what his title in that boys life entitles him to. He sure seemed more inclined to play his role than that woman. Heartless wench she was"
Husbands sighs, and thinks all these speeches and constant bad moods of his wife are too regular.
"Be a doll and massage the tension out my shoulders, this case is wearing me down physically."
- Well aren't my perceptions flawed..
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