Driving home today I suddenly was thinking about what I would be in some alternate reality. You know, the me with a goatee. The you that's you-ish but different.
I guess there's levels, like pond ripples. The closest ripple is the nearest to the known reality. The far ripple is the way out there idea.
In the close ripple, I'm an engineer of some sort. I like taking things apart. I'm decent at putting things together. I problem solve. I'm no mathematician, which is part of the reason I'm not an engineer in the first place. I would have done very different things in life if math was easy.
Maybe a scientist. It's similar to engineer (probably crosses over a lot in some areas) but kind of from a different end. I ask all the dumb questions which, it seems to me, a good scientist has to do. They have to look at the obvious things and the not at all obvious things and figure out what fits. We live on a crazy planet where weird stuff has properties that effect other weird stuff. Like, who first ate something that made them think "hmm...this made me poop extra! I should tell the people I know who need to poop more that they should try this!" And then later we have drugs for that. It's all a puzzle and the trick is figuring out how to put it together without LOTS of the pieces.
I always liked science in school but I never did great because I'm not awesome with those kinds of details. I just want to see it and do it. I don't want to memorize it.
Stunt or monster truck driver. I have a heavy amount of faith in me and my car as a set. I'm a good driver and I'm not against crushing things. Can you not see it? I can. Big pink sparkly truck that shoots flames...
Perhaps if I was a boy I would have followed my father or grandfather. Building things, fixing things. If one can't build it and the other can't fix it, well then just burn it down. I don't have the patience for it, really. Dad makes awesome things. It's all very logical. My mother's SQUIRREL gene is stronger than my dad's building gene. He could build you a banquet table in his sleep. I couldn't even draw you one because I'd get bored with it.
Operatic screaming metal singer. Because. It's hard to scream-sing so much. They don't get enough credit for that. You have to have that talent in you.
Possibly a drag queen. I'd be fabulous. Magenta Sparkle and Her Merry Men.
I guess there's levels, like pond ripples. The closest ripple is the nearest to the known reality. The far ripple is the way out there idea.
In the close ripple, I'm an engineer of some sort. I like taking things apart. I'm decent at putting things together. I problem solve. I'm no mathematician, which is part of the reason I'm not an engineer in the first place. I would have done very different things in life if math was easy.
Maybe a scientist. It's similar to engineer (probably crosses over a lot in some areas) but kind of from a different end. I ask all the dumb questions which, it seems to me, a good scientist has to do. They have to look at the obvious things and the not at all obvious things and figure out what fits. We live on a crazy planet where weird stuff has properties that effect other weird stuff. Like, who first ate something that made them think "hmm...this made me poop extra! I should tell the people I know who need to poop more that they should try this!" And then later we have drugs for that. It's all a puzzle and the trick is figuring out how to put it together without LOTS of the pieces.
I always liked science in school but I never did great because I'm not awesome with those kinds of details. I just want to see it and do it. I don't want to memorize it.
Stunt or monster truck driver. I have a heavy amount of faith in me and my car as a set. I'm a good driver and I'm not against crushing things. Can you not see it? I can. Big pink sparkly truck that shoots flames...
Perhaps if I was a boy I would have followed my father or grandfather. Building things, fixing things. If one can't build it and the other can't fix it, well then just burn it down. I don't have the patience for it, really. Dad makes awesome things. It's all very logical. My mother's SQUIRREL gene is stronger than my dad's building gene. He could build you a banquet table in his sleep. I couldn't even draw you one because I'd get bored with it.
Operatic screaming metal singer. Because. It's hard to scream-sing so much. They don't get enough credit for that. You have to have that talent in you.
Possibly a drag queen. I'd be fabulous. Magenta Sparkle and Her Merry Men.
What about you?
