In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Plead the Fifth.”

along with being one of my most hated questions, “what do you want to do when you get older?” is one of my most asked.  i don’t even know if it’s when people ask me or if it’s brought up in general. first of all, i don’t know. i don’t know what i where i want to go to college, i don’t know where i want to live, so i obviously don’t know what i want to major in. heck, i can’t even decide what i want to eat at chick-fil-a. most people never end up doing what they want to do, meaning millions of people probably hate their jobs. answering simple question of “what do you want to do in the future?” makes everyone sound naïve. wanting to be a videographer for vogue when you’ve taken one course of video editing is ideal, but probably not even an option for anyone. it’s the instagram bio of life- embarrassing and often changed.

and then, if i suddenly know what i want to be, i’ll change it out of the blue. as most little girls do, i went through the i want to be a singer-actor-model-dancer before i realized i can’t sing-act-model-dance even recreationally. and then i wanted to be a cook, and then after that, a cashier. now i just think i would like to be rich, which is horribly overhated. i like to think i’d spend my money better than the kardashians do, but i know that being able to pay my parents back or donate money to causes i’ve always been behind or providing opportunities for other people is the underrated side of being rich. there’s more than designer bags and weekend getaways (things i’ve always thought were overrated) and of course, i’d probably by old-fashioned luggage.

i can’t decide quite why i dislike it so much, nor can i understand why people still ask. i suppose it’s always an icebreaker or a fall-back option when conversation has become sparse. it’s something i could definitely find a need for, since conversation-having is apparently not in my of expertise.


miss congeniality (day sixty)


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