Policeman? Astronaut? Superhero? What do you want from me?
I think, unfortunately, mine was among the blog suggestions in the pile for this prompt. I really, really don't want to do it. I guess I was feeling particularly un-creative that day, and I thoroughly regret it if mine helped to tip it. Why didn't I write something like... "Describe in detail your favorite plant" or "Debate: Peet's or Starbuck's?" or something else that never would have been chosen.
Bah. Humbug. I don't know what I want to do with my life. Isn't this the part where the counselor says, "What would you do if you had a million dollars?" and all the smart people say they'd invest, all the nice people say they'd give it away, and all the honest people say they'd spend it.
Yeah, so I don't even know what I'd do with a million dollars. I'd buy a house I guess. With a picket fence. Just because I could. Why not the picket fence? I'd buy the whole library, so I wouldn't have to sweat about getting books back, or late fees. And I'd buy the video store, too. And I'd buy a reeally comfy, humongous bed. But I'd definitely still have some kind of job for fun and to give structure to my life so I don't become a lazy bum.
I don't think our counselors ask that anymore. Maybe some student thought it implied that they were giving away a million dollars...

I don't really know what I want from life. I guess until I find some goals or passions, I'm just along for the ride. I don't really fantasize about ideal stuff because it just pisses me off.

I want to work at home I guess. So I can be near the kettle at all times. (Tea is vital to happiness.) I want a job where you can stay in your pajamas until noon. Then when you have insomnia, you can wake up at 2 in the morning and do more work!
I guess, since this is ideal, I'd probably do something creative. Or maybe write logic puzzles! Like Will Shortz.
I think I'd like to have kids someday. Probably. And they can't be assholes or I'm throwing them back.
I would definitely not, no matter what, be famous. Or have a job having to do with being in front of people. Ever. Even being a tour guide would make me cry. It would have to be in someplace no one ever goes to--like North Dakota.

I want to live someplace where it changes weather according to the season. I mean, I love the weather here, but I wish we had definitive winter, spring, summer, and fall. And preferably live where they speak English. Or a language I can learn quickly. Or maybe Ecuador. I've always liked Ecuador. And they have cool food.
I hope I don't die before I'm.... I dunno... 40 at least.
I hope some interesting things happen. (I know that's vague, but I'm not asking for a birthday present here.)
I hate mundane and pointless things. [like this blog?] As long as there is some purpose somewhere in my life, I'll be okay. (scratch North Dakota, then...)