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Your Dream Job That Never Was

Debater Slayer

Vipassana
Staff member
Premium Member
When I was a kid, I really wanted to be a truck driver because I loved trucks. (I still do, but I don't want to be a trucker.) I come from a middle-class family, though, which in my country more or less means you absolutely have to get a university degree and have a white-collar career. So my childhood dream never came true. Instead, I ended up learning English, a lot of math, and programming.

What about you? Did you ever have a dream job but end up pursuing something else?
 
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JustGeorge

Not As Much Fun As I Look
Staff member
Premium Member
I wanted to be a bartender for a small, low key bar that had regular customers. My mom frequented a bar like that, and it seemed like there were a lot of folks there that might have seemed rough around the edges, but with a smile and a cold drink blossomed into positive people that didn't get recognition elsewhere.

I would have loved to create some of those smiles.
 

Exaltist Ethan

Bridging the Gap Between Believers and Skeptics
I knew from a very young age that I wanted to work with computers. Growing up I wanted to design my own computer games but I outgrew that and wanted to become a software engineer. I would be a software engineer right now in fact if it wasn't for the fact that I have a crippling mental illness that really stops from functioning like that in my every day life. I have the opposite problem most people have: I always knew what I wanted to do but I am unable to operate at that level. So now I waste every day, living on the dole, doing nothing important each and every single day, minus the Exaltism idea I created I will be known for nothing else.
 
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VoidCat

Pronouns: he/him/they/them
My list of jobs i wanted:
Veterinarian
Military nurse(wasn't an actual dream job i just felt my family wouldnt pay for anything and thought the military might)
Forensic pathologist
Mortician
Those folk that do autopsies
Work in palliative care as a nurse
Psychologist
Massage therapist
College professor
Therapist
Social worker
Disability advocate
Neurologist
Hospice nurse
Missionary(I was a christian at the time)
Pastor(again was a christian)



I ended up pursuing the dream job of being a teacher. Now i work at a daycare still worker towards that goal
 

VoidCat

Pronouns: he/him/they/them
My list of jobs i wanted:
Veterinarian
Military nurse(wasn't an actual dream job i just felt my family wouldnt pay for anything and thought the military might)
Forensic pathologist
Mortician
Those folk that do autopsies
Work in palliative care as a nurse
Psychologist
Massage therapist
College professor
Therapist
Social worker
Disability advocate
Neurologist
Hospice nurse
Missionary(I was a christian at the time)
Pastor(again was a christian)



I ended up pursuing the dream job of being a teacher. Now i work at a daycare still worker towards that goal
Oh i forgot a few
Aside for a mental health therapist i wanted to be a sex therapist and gender therapist.
A dog and cat trainer
Farmer
Janitor
Cook
Foster parent
Snake breeder
Travel agent
Linguist
ASL interpeter
And a nun.

I think that's all of them but not sure.
 

Revoltingest

Pragmatic Libertarian
Premium Member
Oh i forgot a few
Aside for a mental health therapist i wanted to be a sex therapist and gender therapist.
A dog and cat trainer
Farmer
Janitor
Cook
Foster parent
Snake breeder
Travel agent
Linguist
ASL interpeter
And a nun.

I think that's all of them but not sure.
Imagine finding all those in one job!
 

Revoltingest

Pragmatic Libertarian
Premium Member
I wound up in my dream job, CG artist. In recent years though I've developed another dream job that just ain't going to happen... A professional lottety winner.
Ya canna win if' ya don't pay the "stupid tax" (ie, buy the tickets).
 

Quagmire

Imaginary talking monkey
Staff member
Premium Member
Street musician. I've taken a stab at it for brief moments here and there, but I've never gotten around to giving it a serious trial.

It's funny because there have been times when I was playing in public just for the hell of it, or because somebody just happened to have a guitar lying around, and I'd usually get a crowd around me without meaning to, everybody smiling and nodding, but whenever I've sat down somewhere in public specifically to "busk" I'd lose my nerve pretty quick. I think part of it was that it just felt too much like panhandling, and I'd be self-conscious about it from start to finish. All it would take would be a dirty look or two or one rude comment and I was done for the night.

Funny that too, because I've never had a problem getting up on stage in front of a crowd, although I think part of the reason for that is that heckling is a lot less likely under those circumstances.

In my mid thirties I was at kind of a crossroads in my life: I'd started college a cpl years earlier (yeah I had a late start) had a 4.0, had already been published, and because of all that and my age I was looking at a real good chance at a scholarship to Stanford.

My plan was to get my personal trainer certificate so I had an income while I was attending classes to become a technical writer.

It all made sense, but I wasn't really excited about any of it.

A third option that really wasn't any more than a fantasy by then was to just take some classical guitar lessons to augment what I already knew, grab my guitar and just see what it turned into.

If it worked, I could see myself getting back on the road and using my music to finance my travels.

This was what I really wanted to do, but like I said I was already in my mid-30s and figured it was time to get "serious" about things.

In retrospect, screw making sense and getting serious.

Life's too short for that nonsense.

Lesson learned: follow your dreams or they'll wind up following you whispering, "What could have been" in your ear.
 
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Quagmire

Imaginary talking monkey
Staff member
Premium Member
I wanted to be a bartender for a small, low key bar that had regular customers. My mom frequented a bar like that, and it seemed like there were a lot of folks there that might have seemed rough around the edges, but with a smile and a cold drink blossomed into positive people that didn't get recognition elsewhere.

I would have loved to create some of those smiles.
Not too much different from what you're doing here. :)
 

Harel13

Am Yisrael Chai
Staff member
Premium Member
Oh, there were a lot of things I wanted to do in life. I'm still not 100% certain what my direction is, though, but some things that I'm pretty sure I'll never be, in no particular order:
Astronaut
Lego designer
Full time writer
Full time graphic designer
Video game designer
Animator
Secret agent
Rabbi
Medic
Cop
Firefighter
Movie director
 
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