Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Random mind droppings

Doing schoolwork at 2 am has become the norm for me, in fact I feel like I do my best work after midnight — kinda like a vampire. Which takes my mind (and thus, this post) back to my childhood, to a real "Ah-ha" moment for me: one of the first times I actually felt like I was a pretty weird. It was back in pre-school (I was probably 5 or 6 or so — is that still pre-school?). The teacher was going around the class asking each kid what they wanted to be when they grew up. The answers were relatively common: fireman, doctor, astronaut, policeman. 

Tangent: Isn't it funny how you start out with such grand aspirations only to be shot down later in life? I am sure half of the prospective doctors in my class are working construction or some other blue collar job (nothing wrong with that, but, let's be real, it's no doctor). Another funny thing is the 5 year old kid who said lawyer— WTF?

Anyhow, so we are sitting "indian-style" in our little circle spilling our aspirations out upon the blue-grey carpet. Doctor, doctor, fireman, cowboy, president (yeah, that guy)... Finally, the teacher comes to me. 

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"



"Vampire," I repeated with a smile on my face. 

Needless to say, she gave me a look that even my 5 year old mind could comprehend as "what the hell???" The other kids (who weren't eating their boogers or picking gum off their shoes, gave me strange looks as well. The teacher moved on (she may have said something to my mom later about it but I don't recall).

To me, it was a no-brainer. My father (for better or worse) had never really censored much when I was around. I first saw the movie Aliens when I was 3. So I was well aware of vampires and all of their awesome-ness. Why wouldn't you want to be a vampire? They live forever, have awesome powers, are super cool, and get all the chicks. Busted. In fact I still want to be a vampire. Not one of those loser-ass poser vampire wannabes that wears eyeliner and dances to Joy Division while dragging on a cigarette, a real vampire. Probably will never happen, though. 

Moral of the story: being weird is cool (not that I am cool — but I am). Oh yeah, and fuck fake-ass vampires.

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