Storytime. I remember in high school freshman year we had this ridiculous class that was basically geared toward career orientation aka not: "What do you want to be when you 'grow up'?" but, "What ARE you going to DO when you 'grow up' ? Because, QUICK you're running out of time before we make you choose!!!" It's absolutely ridiculous to ask anyone to plan out their life (no matter what age they are). I knew it was ridiculous in kindergarten when they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up so they could film it and give it to all the parents. When I told them I didn't know, they gave me choices like police man, doctor, firefighter, or nurse... I remember sweating it out and when they finally got to my name in the alphabet I still had no concrete idea, no certainty (No shit. I have an open G and open ego). Just pure honesty, and confusion that I was even being asked such a question when I just liked staring at bugs, exploring my environment, swinging, jumping, running, playing on the monkey bars, studying the other children, and making art. And they put the camera in my face and told me to choose one... "police man, doctor, firefighter or nurse..." Immediate root pressure from the outside environment... I questioned further. The teacher told me I needed to give an answer. Pressure sandwich. I have a defined head and ajna. I gave in. "I'm Micah and I wanna be a firefighter," I lied, just so we could move along. Little did I know I'd be putting out fires in a very different way... It's all for show 🙂 The irony is I knew those people (from school) better than they knew themselves, but who's gonna listen to a 5 year old tell them that they're lying to themselves and everyone else? (And no invitation. Plus, undefined throat.) My sister grew up to become the nurse she said she would (also open G and ego). No choice 😂 I digress... Well, in high school we had to present a project on our future career. And well, after a quick google search guess what I "decided to become" ?? 😂
Oh, the iron-y.
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