What to do….inventing robots was taken.

Certain things are hard to figure out, from time to time, I’ll tell you.

For example, I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. (Please know….. this realization hasn’t just happened upon me.  It has been an ongoing thing, since about the age of seven, or so.  I’m just a wee bit older now, and feeling the urgency to make some kind of decision here.) Oh, I’ve tried a few different paths… and have considered even more.  Some jobs I have contemplated pursuing:

A painter of the underside of boats.

Designer of ornamental drains on rooftops.

An inner-sole cobbler.

Sewer Engineer.

Molar Polisher.  Back molars.

Fire Hydrant Inspector.

Border patroller between Idaho and Utah.

Yep, these are just a few options I’ve mulled over.  Then, there are some things I would have liked to have done, but they were already taken.  Mostly inventor-like jobs.  For instance:

The Inventor of Robots.

The Archeologist who found King Tut’s Tomb.

First Person to  devise a crossword puzzle.

All taken.

The problem is, I don’t even have a parachute.  Let alone, know what the heck color it is.

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