the not dream job

 “I wanna be a grown up to can drink beer and smoke cigarettes. To spend my days lying in bed and getting paid for do nothing”

My 6 years old sister.

When I was a child I never had a dream job, mostly because I never considered anything like a job, or maybe because from the bottom of my heart I know that I wasn’t born to work. But I can say that I wanted to be a fireman or a doctor, is it true… who cares.

Before now I had two options for dedicate my life to achieve one dream by studying a career. And I actually took them... both. I studied two things before this thing that I study now. I didn’t like them so, here I am. I could say that I really like those careers but, study it is not my thing, so I prefer comtemplate them from the distance.

We can agree and say that love is not precisely the word that describe my feelings for being at the university. But in a unprecedented event, after 10 years, I continued studying… at the university, the same one. Please kill me.

Just for clarifying my madness I can say that I only continue studying because I felt old and I don’t wanna work, more accurately I felt that I gonna be unemployed, so I kept at classes. Best strategy.

Eventually, when I finish this thing in the near future, for being in tune with my child self, I would like to have any job, of any kind. I still don’t wanna work. The life would be thrilling if I just had to worry on living it and spend time at home.

“Life in plastic, it´s fantastic.”

Aqua.