“What’s your dream job?” – Every adult I’ve interacted with since graduation
The question itself doesn’t bother me: it’s that I can never answer honestly. Whenever an adult asks this, they expect me to say something relevant and poignant about the field I intend to end up in (public relations).
E.g. “I hope to work in Toronto as the coordinator of the crisis communications department for a corporate giant,” I respond, confidently expressing my understanding of the industry and ambitious goals for the future.
But, who really dreams of working in an office until retirement? No one.
I’m pretty pissed that I have to lie about my true passions for the rest of my career, so to get this negative energy out I’ve made a list of some honest “dream jobs”:
- instagram influencer who’s paid large sums of money to promote skinny detox tea and sugar-bear-hair gummies
- poet with a liveable wage
- twitter user with enough fame to publish a book of my best tweets and followers so loyal that they’d buy it even though all of my content is available online for free
- songwriter for talented teenage singers who have no lyric writing capacity
- reality star on some sort of “real housewives” or “wives of athletes” show
- professional dogsitter
- whatever job lets me be hugged and encouraged by Karamo from Queer Eye on a daily basis
When we’re young, we’re told that we can be anything when we grow up. Then, suddenly, we reach an age where we’re told to be realistic. I will probably never be employed at my “dream job”, but I’ve come to accept that. I, like many, am still working to find the balance between passion and practicality.
And that’s okay.
Please comment your unachievable dream jobs and any topics you want me to cover!