So stop me if you've already been alerted or seen it or drop me a line. Better yet just send it on back – my sense of self, you know, who I am. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? Oh wait, Ferris had a firm grip on who he was at um 18 (right?). I think the only other people I know of besides Ferris that had any clue at 18 were Alex P. Keaton and Dexter. And notice the theme?? All of them are fictional of course (and perhaps slightly mental) because no one except the extremely rich being groomed for take over have the first fucking clue who they are at 18. Hell! Do we even know at 25? Sometimes maybe. But I'm not talking about your job, what you want to "do". We are not our jobs. It never ceases to amaze me how many people answer questions about themselves and what they like with a load of shit about what they do for work. I am not where I work or what I do to pay the bills. We are not our jobs. Don't get me wrong, if you love and are passionate about what you do and happen to make some cash for doin it, good on ya! You are the exception not the rule. That's a case where your job has come from you, not the other way. Anyhow, where was I pre-tangent? Oh yeah, who am I? I have no better idea at 34 than I did at 24. And just in case you are expecting some cool philosophical Sars type wrap up here, where I tie up all my questions with a cool bow (pink of course) uh no. I am seriously on a man er woman hunt. I need to find this self and sooner would be better. I realize no one else can actually help me locate it… but damn wouldn't that be cool? Or a vending machine? Maybe I can invent that 'serve self' then drop in a few coins and viola!
Okay. I know, I know…
Bueller? Bueller?
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