The first time I recall being asked “What do you want to be when you grow up?” was on paper in third grade. My first answer was “a teacher.” I have to assume this is because I was sucking up. Perhaps, at 8, I didn’t know how much I would come to loathe children.
My second choice on that form was author, and that, at least, still holds some appeal. I’ve even self-published a couple of books, so I hope past me is proud. I have a long way to go before I can think about “fame” and “fortune” but past me is just going to have to wait.
- Important Business Executive
I never had a title in mind, but I thought I wanted to wear suits all the time and hold meetings were I could make slideshow presentations and point at things. I was going to be important. I didn’t realize the true happiness and harmony of being a grunt. I can wear jeans and avoid dealing with people. It’s so good.
I’m a bookkeeper, so I came close, I just didn’t go through the grueling years at university where I knew I would crash and burn. “Everyone fails the first time,” my accounting teacher told us gleefully. “Oh, f*** no,” I said…Thankfully not out loud.
- A rock star and/or on Broadway
The problem with musical theatre is that I can’t dance. (Nor do I have any training or experience but let me roll with it.) I wouldn’t make it as a rock star because I don’t actually want to be the kind of famous where people take pictures of my face all the time. Don’t get me wrong, I like my face, but I also like being in charge of which stupid pictures of my face get posted on the internet.
- The Pirate King
I’m not giving up on this one. I mean, I’m technically adult, but I haven’t “grown up” yet (does that ever actually happen, or is that just something the teachers said to scare us into doing our homework?). It is, it is, a glorious thing, to be a pirate king…Except for the general lack of hygiene. Okay, I guess I have given up on this dream, but I’d still wear the outfit and sing the song.
What did you want to be when you grew up? Did you come close?