Gloomy skies and too much TV make a person reflect on life. All the important questions about what you are here for and whether you should have a life plan. Do I have to know what I want to do for the rest of my life? Everyone seems to know what they are doing. Adela is goin to be a vet. LL is going to be a speech therapist. Hair stylist. Architect. Musician. Computer Programmer. Dancer. Teacher. How did they find their "calling"? How come they know?
Me? I think I might like to be a fighter pilot. My mother says to try for a scholarship from the airforce. Then I think that the military life is not for me. No place for naughty people in the army. I think I might like to be a musician. Then again I don't like practising and I got dangerously close to manslaughtering the new music teacher yesterday. I think maybe I'm evil and I need lots of money but law really bores me. I think maybe I won't do too bad as an academic lecturing, researching and all that. But where's the adventure in that? I have considered so many professions and none seem suitable. I am at an advanced age to not have a concrete ambition.
My mind wanders in an infinite number of directions, some rather alarming. (double agent for India and Palestine, Orang Utan hunter etc. You get the drift) Meanwhile, the body reclines on a sofa in front of the telly and dilligently wastes away.