I was talking with Kanna about this over the weekend. I think that to a certain extend, we've been denied some rites of passage by the very prosperity and good fortune we enjoy. Understanding that we were all graduates of a good college with stable families and support structures, we basically skipped over a 'drifting' or 'apprenticeship' phase that many people our age are still struggling through. I've been thinking about the things that I have thought about doing. Not things I wish I did, because do enjoy my current situation and all, just things that I may want to look back upon in 20 years and say, 'yeah, I did that, and let me tell you...' I'm sure I'll romanticize much of the gritty details, but this is just a blog.
My list:
- Being a bartender: I'm sure it would suck to have to clean up vomit and kick out bums at 2AM everyday, but haven't you ever wondered about how many interesting people you'd meed and how many fascinating stories you'd hear?
- Work in professional kitchen: This one's personal to me, because I've gotten a newfound itch to be professional chef. The hours and work would suck, but think about the glory!
- Peace Corp: Who wouldn't want to help refugees, spread good will, and contract malaria?
- Marines: I'e always wanted to be a Marine. Not to kill people and all, but when people know someone is an ex-marine, they just look at them different, as if at any moment, the post-traumatic stress could kick in and things would go off. Also, think of the career possibilities afterwards! Law enforcement, private security, or career military!
- Musician: Like hard-core rock star. Whether it's living in a van or pleasuring groupies with a mudshark (http://www.snopes.com/music/artists/mudshark.asp), that would be the life. Never mind that I don't have any talent.
- Political activist: Something very appealing about being with like-minded, young, idealists. Especially if they're hot and put out.
What do you guys got?
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2 comments:
My grammar has regressed significantly.
hahah. My favorite rite of passage was being thrown in a gurry bin at my dad's fish plant (all the guts heads and backbones, after the fillets have been cut off. Basically, I smelled for 3 days even after about 6 showers.
but that actually happened.
As for things that didnt happen. I would have liked to have been one of those faggy guys in college who pop their collars and fuck all the dumb blond sorority girls because thats what everyone else does. Never really meshed with my personality (mostly because I'm not a fag) but sounds like fun to regret the majority of your sexual exploits as drunken mistakes - it makes for great dinner conversation with the boys
Although I do prefer our techno nerd conversations that touch on interesting things and politics.
I guess I like the idea, not the repercussions.
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