how would i be, indeed?

[keryx]

The possibly positive impact of my current work situation (summarizable as ARGH) and a conversation I had with the SSWB at lunch today have me thinking a lot about what I want to be when I grow up.

And you know what? I don't know. Nor do I even remember what it was like to have a plan, to be a long-term-planning kinda person. This is really odd for me. A lot of you haven't known me since my deeply planful days, but some of you can remember.

So I wonder about y'all.
[Poll #955225]
Bonus question... what do you want to do when you grow up?

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[cutegaychick.livejournal.com]

When I was little, I wanted to be a rock star. Or a princess. Preferably a princess rock star. But I always figured I'd get married and have kids.
Until I was in high school. Then I was going to move to New York City and write for an underground Communist newspaper.
But even in the middle of my junkie days, there was no doubt in my mind that I'd end up married with kids at some point. It wasn't what I *wanted* to do, it was just what I figured I'd end up doing. I've just got that mate-for-life and settle down personality type.
But I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. When I filled out my college application, there was a blank where you had to fill in your major. Not knowing that you could leave that blank, I wrote in "journalism" because I could write well and that was the first thing that came to mind. Then it never occurred to me to change majors, despite my hatred of journalism school. So I got a degree. And a job at a newspaper. And then another job at a newspaper. And then another and another. And here I am.
I did want to be a war correspondent. That was and still is my dream job (just slightly below princess rock star). But it's a job for single people and I haven't been single for 24 hours since I was 18 so I don't see that happening. My mate-for-life tendencies always seem to outrank my look-for-death-and-destruction-and-adrenaline-rushes tendencies every time.