Going in This Deep, We're Going to Need Protection...

...As in 9-inch thick Plexi-Glass. Maybe you've guessed this one, but I doubt it. It's a Marine Biologist! Also, this one may not be out of the question yet, either, but it's on hold now, for the most part. But, oh! what a great job that would be. I get the most excited about this one because I still really want this one. I love the ocean and the things in the ocean. Studying them only makes sense to me, I think.

Now that I recall, it all started with the Discovery Channel and the first time I saw Shark Week. I bet a lot people know all about some Shark Week, but for those who don't, it's a week during the summer when the DC only airs shows about sharks and other marine life. I grew up so interested in sharks that I read about them from time-to-time (it's hard for me to get interested enough to read something) and from there I saw some cool-looking fishes, usually the sharks' prey. The mola-mola is a favorite, even though it's one ugly summagun. It's also huge, which is the nest evolution into my love of the water's animals. I stumbled across a freshwater fish one day, the arapaima gigas. This thing grows to be almost eleven feet long and weight almost a ton or more. It's also a hardcore sportfish, with only the most dedicated going after him due to the dangers. So I looked into why it grew so big, and found out that, as it turns out, fish continue to grow all throughout their lifespan.

So that is a main reason I am so interested in marine biology: you never know what you're going to see. Plus, with so many other reasons, such as how much of the ocean is unexplored, how often we find medical aides in the wildlife, along with the sheer fun behind the exploration involved and the field work that would make this, quite possibly, one of the funnest and most involved and rewarding jobs on the roster.

Objection!

Maybe I wanted to be a lawyer a long time ago. As far as the people I knew growing up, it seemed that just about everybody wanted to be a lawyer. Why? Hell if I know, it doesn't seem that good to me these days. Sure, there's going to be a lot of money, fame, good times, and almost anything else you can want, but that is only with one really big prerequisite: that you are good at being a lawyer.

That's right, most lawyers (and yes, I understand that is a very blanket term for the job) do not have a very bright career from what I can see. I look at those ads on TV these days and see Corey B. Trotz beg for you to sue random people for minor things like working the same job for forty years, then being shocked that the same, repetitive motion gave you *gasp* some hurty-disease in the area that moves all the time, doing that same, repetitive motion.

Of course, this is not the only reason to hate being a lawyer. Another is that how fun can arguing something so minor be? Don't get me wrong: helping people get settlements instead of sending the person that hit-and-ran them to jail. After all, a settlement is so they won't get sent to prison.

So, maybe you'll be a defense attorney. That's where the money is at, the fame and perks. It's also where you have to defend potential criminals, guilty or not. And that might be the only real redeeming quality of a good lawyer: they actively attempt to keep those they honestly believe are innocent from going to prison. And that is why I wanted to be one, but I also can't bring myself to defend someone who I believe has committed a crime. So be a prosecutor! Well, I also don't want to send people to prison just to keep a clean prosecution record, so I don't think that'd be the job for me, either, a conclusion I came to a while back.

The Stereotypical Choice For a Job

Continuing with the whole "Possible Job" thing, the next is what I call a very stereotypical choice for a job for a kid, almost any kid from what I can tell. I bet you already know what it is, and if not, here ya go: Astronaut. That's right, I said it, an astronaut. How many of you wanted that? Go ahead, be honest.

So now, the "why" comes in. Why be an astronaut? What is so appealing about that? Well, now I must ask you: what is NOT appealing about being an astronaut?

First off, you get to explore all of space, right? I mean, to go where no man (or woman) has gone before sounds like an absolute blast, after all. Orbiting the moon, landing on said moon, finding extraterrestrials (probably not on said moon) and then planet-hopping until we find something new to discover and book into science. While this would be coolest thing ever of all time, it is the most obvious distruth ever. And judging by the red squiggle under 'distruth', that word is made up. The reality set in as i got older (seriously, I was around five when I thought this) as I watched the Discovery Channel and its specials on space exploration and astronauts and I came to the conclusion that the only fun part would be to drink orange juice while it's floating in a ball in front of me. But I still want to be one.

An Animator?! Why?

What if I were to talk about a few of my favorite and more entertaining job choices over my lifetime? Hope this is entertaining to other people besides me, and it might even make you look back over some of yours.

In no particular (memory is so bad it scares me), here they are, with their own blog to go with them.

1) Disney Animator

I, personally, am not calling this one off yet. I still like the idea too much to call it quits, but here is why: how many times have you seen a Disney movie? How many times did you not like it? "None" sounds about right, and I just took it a step further, saying, "I want to be a part of this thing, these movies I love so much." Admittedly, I doubt it sounded like that ten years or more ago, probably more like, "Disney movies are cool; I wanna draw 'em." Either way, it sparked an interest in drawing that I've had since the first grade or so, but for whatever reason, I never drew Disney characters. No matter that, I just really wanted to animate a few of the landmark masterpieces, because I apparently thought they wanted to hire me to re-draw The Lion King. After a few years, and a lot of random job ideas throughout the years, I came across the single idea that killed this one for me, at least for a bit. I looked at all of the movies that Disney had released over the last, well, years, and saw something a bit disheartening: they were all computer-animated. This was a terrible realization, since it didn't contain the flipping of transparent pages on a light-table (don't ask me why that sounds fun), but instead manipulating data on a computer. Until a few months ago, it sounded like a real bad deal, but that's when I heard that The Princess and the Frog was all hand-animated! A glimmer of hope in the distance, and perhaps a major-change is in order...

A Disorder

What if I had a mental disorder? Reading books like The Man Who Mistook His Wife For a Hat along with just seeing and hearing about different cases a little like it over my life have slowly made me wonder what it would be like to be inflicted with a disorder like that.

No matter how much I keep thinking that it would be scary, I also think that there is too good a chance that it would not be, and that is, to me, an altogether scarier proposition. It seems that most of the patients are not even aware that their mind is broken, seeing things that are not there, hearing voices that are not speaking. Now these may not seem too obvious to them, after all, it is just a voice that can be ignored or lived with (I guess). However, how can they think they have nothing wrong with them if they believe their leg is no longer theirs. See, that is one of the most interesting cases in The Man Who Mistook His Wife For a Hat to me. The Man Who Fell Out of Bed is one of the more scary disorders in the book because:
1) It never said how long this went on for.
2) It touches on this, but it never said what he thought his leg had become.
This man had looked down at his leg, had seen that it looked mangled, disgusting, inhuman, no way it could be his, let alone ANY person's legs. Immediately, the question came up: "What is he seeing?" Well, Dr. Sacks thought the same thing, and the answer reminded me of an ending of a Twilight Zone episode. All he could say that it was was... nothing. He only repeated, "I don't know..."