In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Futures Past.”
Here in my somewhat old age (mid-40s), I don’t really recall having a lot of wild-eyed thoughts as a kid of wondering what I wanted to be and do when I grew to be an adult. Oh, sure, when I was a youngster, I had very brief dalliances with lots of possible occupations. I thought of becoming anything from a doctor to a writer for the newspaper, or even from the announcer on the radio to the owner of the movie theater. Heck, I even thought of being a meteorologist. Yeah, I took a fancy to what the guy on the 6 o’clock news did in order to tell us whether we’d have sunshine or snowfall the next day (though, truth be told, awful summer storms really freaked me out as a kid). But all those possibilities came and went just like the wind.
I guess when it all boiled down, what I wanted to be when I grew up was… an adult. And employed. I say this not as if I had a serious illness or anything when I was a kid (I did not); it’s just that I didn’t have a lot of serious imagination about what I would do when adulthood finally hit me like a brick. I could blame it on a lot of things like, say, the lure of television and its ability to stunt my mind (the scapegoat my mom and dad would be all to ready to point their fingers towards). I could also readily blame it on Mom and Dad themselves; they were too busy being adults and employed — and having to deal with the problems of being adults and employed — to give me any real inspiration.
But I think the real culprit of my not having any adulthood dreams was… my being too busy being a kid. Yeah, when you’re trying your best to get manageable grades in school, all the while dealing with the teasing of your classmates and the rude influence from Evil Ugly Stepbrother, wondering what you’ll do when you grow up can be the furthest from your mind. (Is it any wonder my dressing up could be so soothing?)
So, all in all, despite the lack of childhood imagination, I am indeed an adult. And though it’s a job inside an office cubicle, I am indeed employed. *sigh* Mission accomplished, I guess.