So here is the thing, let’s start off with my current situation right now before I jump into this whole ‘article” thing…to start I have had about three cups of iced coffee…and for someone who normally doesn’t drink even one glass of tea, I am in shaking-central right now. I can barely even type this. My fingers are literally shaking across the keyboard and my jangle-bracelet is about to fly off .
Now add to that list, I am sunburned from the weekend. Sunburned so bad in fact that I am ‘cold’..I don’t know if this makes any medical sense or if I should soon be put on an episode of House…but I am shivering on top of the shaking. Shivering, shaking, and sunburned. I look like a rescue-victim from a Mount Kilimanjaro hike gone-bad.
Now, to my point.
Do you know how when you are little every boy and girl dreams of what they want to do when they grow up?
A fire-fighter…. a veterinarian…a hooker with a heart of gold…?
Well I had a dream too…more like an image though. An image of me crossing a city street.
And I am in a perfect pencil skirt, with a snazzy blouse, one of those snakeskin briefcases, in big high heels and my hair done up like I just came from a friggin Bumble and Bumble salon. In my image I am also about 5 foot 10..which as most of you know, didn’t pan out so well in my favor.
Regardless, I am walking down that street…very determined to get to my…..wait…what? Where? When? How? Who? Because?
Oh right, I HAD NO PLAN. Seriously. That was it. That was where my image ended.
All I knew in life was I wanted to LOOK NICE.
And beyond that…nothing.
I was just WALKING AROUND looking pretty. That was my twelve year old ambition in life. To walk around in heels.
Great.
So we are about ten minutes into a ride home from my boyfriend’s parent’s house… when he asks me what exactly I am going to be doing in five years with my job.
“Ummm, writing for Selfabosorbed.me.” I say. ..OBVIOUSLY.
He kind of just sits there in the car.
“And what are your plans beyond that if that doesn’t pan out?”
Ummm…walking around in heels?
I don’t fucking know.
What is my plan? All I wanted to do when I grew up was to walk around and look IMPORTANT. I didn’t really know that looking important meant you had to DO SOMETHING IMPORTANT.
So I guess what I am saying (in between my shaking and shivering and overall meltdown) is maybe I need suggestions.
Maybe I should be looking into becoming a veterinarian?
Or a horse-tamer?
Can someone please explain to me…and possibly my boyfriend as well…what I am supposed to be doing with my life?
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June 9th, 2009 at 11:24 am
It’s like you read my mind, Ponderings! My image of the future went a little farther than the look though because I had the career planned and I had a pretty good plan for life. Now, I’ve achieved my so-called “dream career” and it blows, and my life plan for marriage by about 26 and first kid at 28 is in the crapper since I just turned 27. Sigh. Now I have no idea what the hell I want out of life, besides winning the lotto, buying a huge house and hiring a staff to wait on me hand and foot. If you get any good suggestion, please share.
June 9th, 2009 at 11:26 am
haha …well maybe we could put our heads together and come up with a “suggestion list”…???
June 9th, 2009 at 11:27 am
Oh and also Subway-…in my ‘image” I am holding one of those resume/folder thing’ys under my arm in like a shiny red color…like a big clutch per say…and I swear on Jesus I have been looking for one of those things in stores for the past 14 years….
June 9th, 2009 at 11:33 am
I ALWAYS thought being a horse tamer should be on the top of my list…
June 9th, 2009 at 11:36 am
Well, I’ve been trying to brainstorm a few ideas for a while now and this is what I’ve come up with so far . . . .
- stripper
- escort
- housewife
It’s a list in progress. What have you got??
And did you try Staples for your dream resume folder? They have everything. Maybe it’s the missing piece and once you have it, everything will come together and you’ll know what to do. If not, there’s always the strip club . . .
June 9th, 2009 at 11:39 am
Here is MY list so far..
-housewife
-stripper
-escort
hmmmmmmmmm
June 9th, 2009 at 2:46 pm
I’m about to be 36 and I still have no idea what I want to do with my life. Oh, and I’m single with no real prospects out there, i can just feel my eggs drying up as I type this. And I’m not even sure if I want kids, but if I do decide I do one day, I’m getting to old to even get preggers without the help of medical science that hopefully won’t turn me into jon & kate plus 8 or octomom. I really don’t want to be a 40+ year old first time mom either, hanging on the playground with all the pretty young moms and have them thinking I’m either the grandmother or the nanny. When did life get so damn hard!
signed
spinster cat lady
(yes i do have a cat..but only 1!)
June 9th, 2009 at 8:14 pm
@ jennifer : u r not old and your eggs are not drying up. Problem is the guys in your age group are no longer available, looking for mistresses or just freaks. My suggestion to you is to start going out with younger guys - they r nice, uncomplicated and extremely accomodating. If u don’t mind the odd pimple and going out clubbing again, oh and all night sex marathons, then you should check out the boys from Gen Y - NYC is full of them : ) who like older women! How’s that for a plan?
June 10th, 2009 at 12:36 pm
I think someone should have taken that SPF 15 when I offered it to her this weekend! Oh, and as far as life plans….mine now include getting a tan and watching I am a Celebrity….Get Me Out of Here. I am clearly putting those 16 years of private education to good use!
June 10th, 2009 at 1:18 pm
I think we all put waaay too much pressure on ourselves. we are told that to be happy you must: have the perfect husband, the 1.5 kids, the fulfilling career, the $700 shoes and the $2500 briefcase. Granted I would like to think my life will end up there i’m trying not to focus on what i don’t have anymore. I have plenty. I have my health, a job, and great family and friends. After my cousin’s son died at 18 months old I tried to shift my thinking. I am happy being with myself, my not-fulfilling job is paying me (not enough but what is enough), and my family and friends are mostly healthy.
June 10th, 2009 at 2:27 pm
Your right most of the men in my age bracket have been sucked into marriage, but there is a little silver lining on the horizon, some are starting to get divorced after getting their starter marriage out of the way.
BTW, Not in NYC..in NOLA.