When I grow up I wanna be…?

My caffeine addiction started when I was 15 and you could still smoke in restaurants. My best friend and I (and a whole loose group of us) would go to the Ricky’s and drink coffee and smoke. We used to drink so much coffee that we would get fits of the giggles that just wouldn’t quit. You know the kind, where whenever you think you might be getting ahold of yourself, you look at the other person and it sets you off again? And it’s usually not even something that is that funny to begin with.

I remember getting sent outside from Socials class in grade 11 because our teacher thought we were high. We could not stop laughing to save our lives and it was because as the class was talking about careers and stuff that I didn’t give a hoot about, I leaned over to Kelly and said, “When I grow up I want to be a prostitute!” It doesn’t sound that funny, does it? We were outside the door laughing for about 10 minutes before we were under control enough to come back inside, and at the end of the class the teacher told us that he didn’t want us to do drugs before coming to his class. That also struck us as terribly funny.

So now I am starting fourth year at uni in a couple weeks and I will have a degree next year and just for shits and giggles will probably sign my name with the initials BA after it at least once. Because to be honest, what does a BA do anymore? Not much. Not to say that I am not enjoying the actual getting of the degree (if you ignore all my whiney posts when I have exams and papers) but it’s not like it opens a lot of doors for me. I cannot believe how often I have got the question “What next?” in the last few weeks and I. Don’t. Know.

What age are you supposed to no longer ask the question, “What do I want to be when I grow up?” I am almost 27 and I thought people knew the answer to this by now. 27 is well on the way to 30 and by 30 you are definitely supposed to know what you want to be! Although I suppose it’s an improvement that I no longer want to be a prostitute. After all, been there and done that for the price of $0.05 CAD *lol*.

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3 Responses to When I grow up I wanna be…?

  1. kinky_tink says:


    and to be honest…still not a clue.

    You’ll know when you know. Otherwise, just tell people you are reviewing your options.

  2. arwenoid says:

    Only 50 cents? You’re cheap! I’ll take two.

    I’m your age, but I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up either. Taller, perhaps. That’d be nice.

    • Erin says:

      No, not even 50 cents. I agreed to be wank fodder for a friend for his birthday and his lovely wife paid me 5 cents. Hurray for cheap prostitution of one’s body!

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