when you grow up?
I never had the same answer
not even through high school
I wanted to be lots of things
veterinarian
actress
architect
my answer changed through college
publisher
marketing executive
copywriter
now people ask a different question
not what do you want to do
but what are you doing
the current answers are unsatisfying
intern
temp
job seeker
the conversation has turned from
future
to present
(when did that happen)
and it creeps up everywhere
at grandma's with family
at bars with friends
while walking the dog
beyond the looks of sympathy
for my lack of
real employment
for enduring 2 internships
for have little but experience
to show for itpast the snide remarks
that I should have gone to
the state school if
I wanted a job here
if that was my end game
(it wasn't
it still isn't)
after the question of where
and what major
Sometimes
it comes up
what I really want to do
what I'm really going to do
what, really, I am doing
and usually
it goes like this
well that's cool
a best-seller, huh
the next great American novel
neat
so you want to write stories
I emit a sound like a laugh
as I squirm internally
- Yeah, I do -
like it's a joke or
a too far-off dream
like it's not a reality
but today
today was different
while taking the dog for a walk
today an 8 year old
who is going to be an NHL
hockey player
when he grows up
today the boy asks
so what are you going to be
when you grow up?
my heart catches
as I tell him
the real answer
oh, he says in understanding,
like an author?
yes
like Mark Twain?
I smile
exactly.
Oh my god, this seriously just about made me cry at work. This is exactly everything I'm thinking. I LOVE this poem. No lie.
ReplyDeleteI just had to read it again in the middle of this comment and that last line is so awesome. We know what we're going to be, so it doesn't matter if anyone else gets it.
And seriously, who said that thing about state schools? Did you beat them up? Because that's the only acceptable response to people who get that way about state schools. State schools are FINE and also FUCK YOU. (I'm going to feel really bad it if it turns out to be your grandma or something like that, obviously don't beat them up then.)
I'm a writer. Everything else I do is in support of that. Anyone who doesn't get it ends up impaled on a spike in the new short story I'm writing called, "People I Don't Like (End Up Impaled On a Spike."
<3
Okay, so I wrote this comment twice before and both times it obviously didn't post and I am obviously really ticked off at this and if this doesn't post then I'm going to throw something at the wall.
ReplyDeleteI love the last line of the poem too--and gosh, I wish I met a little kid who could understand without having to rationalize and think about how I won't get anywhere in life and that I should keep working and stop writing and stop thinking about useless philosophical things to put in said useless writing and if I keep going on like this, this is going to the longest run-on sentence ever.
Cerasi is right--as long as we know what we want to be, who cares what anyone else thinks? If anything, the gratification of being published and getting where we want to be can be a metaphorical slap in the metaphorical face, and then retribution is complete and then we can throw confetti in their faces to congratulate them for being wrong.
We're going to be amazing. It's gonna be hard in our 20s where people expect us to be going somewhere, to be doing something important and glamorous and if we don't, then we're just one of the majority, but you know, sometimes we need to cultivate some time in the majority to prove that we're more than that.