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Conversation:
: What do you want to be when you grow up?
- I don't know, I haven't really thought about it. [of course I've thought about it - but not enough. Thinking of doing linguistics, but there's always -] Maybe a teacher?
: Why?! It's such a waste!
- Why waste?
: Waste! Waste!!
And the guy I was talking to wants to be a neurosurgeon, so maybe you can see where he's coming from.
Sometimes I worry about what I'll be when I grow up. On one hand I would like to do something super academic and lecture or something, and on the other I'd like to do something tangibly useful. Unfortunately I would not like to be what everyone thinks I should be. Too many things to become. Like... leader, scholar, doctor, neurosurgeon etc. - all the apparently successful things. What I want is not success as the world defines it.
But I know what was meant by "waste" - a waste of my gifts, if any apply. I would like to be a good steward of these gifts and apply them where they are needed and ought to be. But I don't know what and where! Maybe I'll know by next year.
I used to think I wouldn't mind being a clerk or an admin person, but now I know that I'll feel intellectually tortured. I need to spar with other minds and keep my brain fresh. Unlike the eyeball, which has enough humour to keep it in good spirits, the brain needs stimulation.
: What do you want to be when you grow up?
- I don't know, I haven't really thought about it. [of course I've thought about it - but not enough. Thinking of doing linguistics, but there's always -] Maybe a teacher?
: Why?! It's such a waste!
- Why waste?
: Waste! Waste!!
And the guy I was talking to wants to be a neurosurgeon, so maybe you can see where he's coming from.
Sometimes I worry about what I'll be when I grow up. On one hand I would like to do something super academic and lecture or something, and on the other I'd like to do something tangibly useful. Unfortunately I would not like to be what everyone thinks I should be. Too many things to become. Like... leader, scholar, doctor, neurosurgeon etc. - all the apparently successful things. What I want is not success as the world defines it.
But I know what was meant by "waste" - a waste of my gifts, if any apply. I would like to be a good steward of these gifts and apply them where they are needed and ought to be. But I don't know what and where! Maybe I'll know by next year.
I used to think I wouldn't mind being a clerk or an admin person, but now I know that I'll feel intellectually tortured. I need to spar with other minds and keep my brain fresh. Unlike the eyeball, which has enough humour to keep it in good spirits, the brain needs stimulation.