Tales 2

Tales of one with time: Entry No. 2

So, now that we've gotten introductions out of the way, we can get into the real thing, so what shall we speak about today? I say the fluctuations of one thinking of what path to take through life... no, not like what to do day to day, but the bigger one, what do you wish to do for a living, how do you wish to condcut "the rest of your life" as all the teachers, parents, mentors, tutors, friends, friends of parents say, not limited to just those, but you catch my drift.

To go onto this subject I'll relate to you my own personal experience:
About two years ago, I came into the realization that I would become a hobo were I to continue as I was, undecided as to what career to pursue, also along this time I was enfatuated with music and playing the guitar (amongst other instruments, but the guitar was my stronghold); Also along this time came into my school a new friend, Mitch who wanted to start a band,  wich we did, so him, my then girlfriend and me went on to start our band, he played bass, she sang, I played guitar.

We started rehersing, there were then... breaks in wich I got Mitch to make me a sandwich, put everything away after he asked me if I wanted another and then asked him to make me another, and another. We played and eventually we got a gig at the local Cafe for Hard Rock (wich to this day is the pennicle of my musical career), so I decided to become a musician, came into the Idea of going to one of the most prestigius schools in the world located in New York, soon realized the price and opted for another one that also has a lot of prestige here in Mexico with a steep but meetable price and started playing like crazy, I grew in abilities for music a great deal and decided I would be a rock star, a household name... then comes reality sticking it's ugly nose into the situation and I realized that really to be a muscian and at least successful it would be really, REALLY hard and opted to change my desicion telling people that really the deterrent was not liking the idea of having to charge for that wich I love to do and now just have it as a hobbie (This is also true, but not really the main reason for my change of heart).

So we move on to my next carrer choice I now wanted to be a doctor and of course being the perfectionist  I claim to be I needed the full career plan for the rest of my life, so I started to look at the different types of doctors to choose a specialization; Finally I decided plastic surgeon, why? well, you make your own schedules, really treating with the ill isn't a priority, what you do is mostly out of peoples shallowness so if something goes wrong, they probably deserved it anyways and of course, you make the big bucks. So now you probably think that this is pretty sweet, so what made me change my mind? Hormones probably, adolescents cannot be held accountable for their actions because gonads call the shots there. In this transitionarry phase, Colleges were comming to my school to brainwash us into thinking that theirs is the best and one of the first accomplished it, but we'll go into that in a moment, after the comic relief of the equivalent of homepathic medicine of the life choise.

So what is this comic relief? I started working out, and going camping and to the gym, playing sports and that kind of thing, so for a brief moment, I got confused and just wanted to go on a perpetual camping trip, catch fish, fight bears barenuckled style, cook all my food over an open flame, that kind of crap... It didn't take me long to realize I like electricity.

Now we're going back to that glorious gold covered school that attracted me towards it, I can't recall if it was just the ernest way the student they sent to make the presentation just told us "we're not claiming to be the best, everyone does that, but we are because of this, and that", if it was just I decided to write the application exam, if it was that during sayed exam he offered us to get some chips, or a soda, really I don't know what it was, but I did become mesmerized, decided that this was the school for me, but there was only one problem: They didn't have medicine; what does one do in that case? you go to your second choice witch for me was being a lawyer.

This is all fine and dandy yes, cute story but continuing with the theme of the questions near the begining of paragraphs, where do I stand today? Still sticking with my last choice, in a few months I should move away and go to this school, still I have no idea where I am to live but really who cares, when the time comes I'll worry and if by then it's too late... oh well.

So now, I think this is a good stopping point for this story, so, until next blog, see you.