A few days ago I had a “things I want to do/be when I grow up” with an eleven year old I know. She’s old enough that she no longer thinks it’s plausible to be a firewoman and a princess and an elevator operator all at once. In fact, all three of these once-cherished options have fallen out of favor. I asked again: So what does she want to be when she grows up?
Her answer surprised me. First she asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up back when I was a kid [a painter], and then she said she’d like to be funny.
Funny is a good goal for anyone, I think. Or anyone who has to get along in society. It surely is better than “a drain on my communities resources” or “a pet psychic” or “designated puppy kicker.” But I don’t know what classes one takes to prepare, or how many people outside of Louis C.K. and Chris Rock can make a living being funny. I mean, more than just those two, sure … but not everyone.
So I said “Yes, but what will you do? Where will you work?” And she said “Hopefully close to my sisters because I love them.”
I admit, I didn’t expect a state of being for her answer. In fact, I was hoping for teacher or chemist or gardener, because she seems to like these things. But her goal is a good one nonetheless.
Since she stymied my efforts, I ask you all:
What do you want to be when you grow up? What’s on your bucket list for the future? Where do you see yourself in five years?
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