Because no matter who my uncle works for, or whether he works at all, or even what he ends up doing later in life, he will always be an M.D.
As I began to show more of an aptitude towards Humanities, they were hoping I'd become an English teacher or something along those lines.
And yet here I am, and what am I? "I work in billing" doesn't make me an accountant. Doesn't make me anything at all. Just like "I work at McDonald's" doesn't make one a waiter, or a chef. Is my job not important? Oh, it is. I make sure my company gets paid for its services. That's important. But it's a job. It's not a career. It doesn't help me as an individual.
I write. Does that make me a writer? Probably. But I can't call myself an author until I've finished something. Even before it sells, if I'm trying to sell it, I'm an author.
Perhaps learning music is another attempt at becoming 'something'.
And perhaps following the little Celtic band that could across two states is a proxy for the religious experience I'm unable to achieve with actual religion. But that's a ramble for another entry and I'm sure pop culture sociologists have debated that one since the birth of Elvis Presley.
Okay, I'm going to give myself 20 more minutes to write about Channon Grey and his little wolf pack, then shower and some practise before work.
Gott sei dank es ist Freitag! (Or something similar. I'm trying for 'linguist' next.)
