Okay, that's pretty funny. It appears you wish to lead a goofy life but your subconscious keeps getting in the way. By the way? Any profession you choose now is unlikely to be what you end up doing. At fifteen I was trying to decide between lawyer, chef, Green Beret or underwater welder, having given up on automotive designer. Four years later I'd designed a car. Nowhere in there was "design sound systems for stadiums" or "mix network television."
Wow, at 15 you were far more specific in what you thought you might do than I ever was. I think my list was lawyer, writer or musician. Underwater welder is pretty damn specific. But yeah, I never thought I'd be a business development manager for a financial institution. What kid dreams of that?
I'm 'bout to marry a car designer. It's quite an interesting profession, and one I knew relatively little about until recently. One thing that I find fascinating is how few there are in the world. There are perhaps 1000 exterior designers (working for the major auto companies) globally, and it's a very communal group; everyone knows everyone at every company. My wife-to-be is one of two female exterior designers at her company, and one of about 6 in the world (women, for whatever reason, are far more concentrated in interior design). It's crazy how many people it takes to put a car on the road, but how few people actually influence what they look like (not counting the focus groups and such).
Absolutely. It reminds me of my old religious beliefs - I used to be a Christian, but as far back as I knew to think critically about it, I understood that there was no rational reason that I was a Christian. I just felt like it was right. Finally, about a year ago, the feeling sort of disappeared, and I became an agnostic. Man, morals are annoying sometimes.It appears you wish to lead a goofy life but your subconscious keeps getting in the way.