I wish I could work with animals, but I'm too allergic. It's what I made to do, it would be meaningful, but I can't. I had a practice period at a pet shop when I was 19, but I became really sick. I loved it there until I gave up due to the allergies. I couldn't even finish the two weeks I was supposed to be there. Of course, if I had lived somewhere that allows turtles, I could have worked with them and other reptiles, but I'm stuck here.
When I was 8 I wanted a kennel because I thought that meant I'd get to play with dogs all day.
When I was in my early teens I wanted to be a lighthouse keeper so I could help ships while not having to deal with people, and have lots of time to pursue my interests. Just a few years later every single lighthouse was automated.
In my early 20's I became obsessed with the military. I couldn't become an officer without either experience or high school so I decided to try again to finish school. The obsession passed. Just as well. Living on top of other people like that isn't for me. I'd also have to become more fit to meet the criteria, which I didn't.
In my mid 20's I wanted to be a pilot but I am too short, then an air traffic controller but I am not good at keeping calm during stress, so definitely not for me, as much as I would like to help guide the planes down. I'm also bad at understanding unclear messages, like those over radio, so another poor fit.
At times I have considered journalism, but I'm no good at writing when my heart's not in it, and most of it would bore me sick. Add to that that newspapers are in decline and that I am absolutely not fit to pester people with questions.
09 Aug 2016, 2:31 pm
