Thursday, June 16, 2005

When I Grow Up...

I didn’t sleep well last night thanks to my stupid ribs, so when my alarm went off at 5:50 AM it was a chore to drag my butt out of bed. I consoled myself with the thought that if I had become a farmer like I had wanted to as a child, I would probably already be up, out in the field and, oh I don’t know, checking the back forty or milking cows or something like that.

The thought stuck with me as I went through my morning rituals and during the drive into work. I began to think of all the other things I had wanted to be when I grew up. None of them were conventional, most of them completely improbable, but it was fun to review the list all the same.

1. A Cowboy – riding horses all day, being outside, chasing after runaway cattle, getting to spit without your mother yelling at you that it was horribly unladylike and to stop that right now! Sure seemed like a fun way to make a living to me. Still does really, save for the spitting. My mom was right. That is kind of gross.

2. A Pirate – sword fighting, swashbuckling, an eye patch and a parrot, are you kidding me? Sign me up, shanghai me, take me to the seven seas and let me loose! Woo hoo! Sadly this idea came to an abrupt halt when my shark-o-phobia reared its ugly head, but every now and then I’ll grab a long knitting needle and challenge my dog to swordfight. She just looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind and wanders off to find a quiet place to nap.

3. Han Solo and/or Indiana Jones – I had a hard time deciding between the two, but either would have sufficed really. Indy probably had more adventures and didn’t have this gross blob of goo named Jabba trying to kill him; but Han had the Millennium Falcon, and just once I wanted to shout out, “Bank it, Chewie!” and see what would happen as we hit hyperdrive while zipping through an asteroid field. When I yell it out now, the drivers idling in the car next to me just look worried, as if I’m about to go postal.

4. Private Investigator Extraordinaire – I wanted to wear a trench coat and fedora and talk like Joe Friday. I wanted a running narrative overlapping everything I did. I still do. I’m that narcissistic.

5. King – That’s right, I wanted to be King. As a little kid, I didn’t realize King was gender specific, so I had it in my head that when I grew up, I would be King. This goes a long way to explaining the size of my ego. I still answer Supreme Ruler of the Universe whenever somebody asks me what I do for a living. They often scoff at the idea at which point I threaten to sic my evil minions on them.

6. A Spy - I still want to do this one. In fact...maybe I am...maaaaybe I'm not really who you think I am after all...or maybe I'm just off my meds...

And those are just a few of the things. There were others. I wanted to be a genie, bionic, an Olympic athlete, an actress. Any time something caught my imagination I would crawl inside my head and create a world where I could live it. I would walk around and believe for a little while that I was any or all of those things. I still do, I just live it through my characters now. It takes a little less training and I don’t have to get up quite so early in the morning.

So what about you? What did you want to be when you grew up?

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

I wanted to be a mountain guide. But hey, I think I moved to the wrong province for that.

Kelly Boyce said...

Quite possibly. Well...there's always Mt Thom.

Melissa Amateis said...

Ooh, love your blog today. Let's see...I wanted to be a teacher, a lawyer, a librarian, an opera singer - kind of boring. But I was big into being a private investigator. Even opened my own business in one of my dad's abandoned tractor cabs. And a spy! Ooh, I would still love to do that. But maybe not...I'd rather write about it, I suppose. *grin*

Maxx said...

Courtney Love

.... minus the legal troubles

Anonymous said...

An Olympic gymnast
A broadway singer
A CIA agent
A movie director

Melissa--LOL on the PI! :)

Anonymous said...

hm, I wanted to be a teacher. Thank goodness I realized I wouldn't have the patience for that . . . I wanted to be a big time CEO. But wanted to stay home with my kids when they were little more.

Now I want to be famous writer *g