Ten years.

It’s always interesting looking at where you could be in ten years. I sat in my speech class today and contemplated that. Ten years is definitely a long time and I don’t even know what I’ll be doing next year. But I think of the possibilities, and the different people I would be if I chose different options. For example, let’s say I join a band this summer and the band does well. I choose to stay with it, maybe never gaining a very high popularity, but I wonder what I would be like then.
Or perhaps another character. For example, if I joined the Air Force. Now, this is not really plausible for me personally but nothing is impossible, persay. If I joined the Air Force, I would be different in, well, I believe it would be a negative way. I mean, I would probably be bossy, controlling, always feeling like I’m in the right and never acknowledging truth in anyone else. I wonder if my outlook on life would be narrow because of the small tube of vision I would have while in the Air Force.
Perhaps I wouldn’t do either extreme, but stay in the middle of the road. Go into my career, maybe do the typical American thing and find a husband and have my 2.5 children. I’m still wondering how a half a child works. But if I were to be this character, I would be patient, kind, loving... everything a good housewife would be. Throw in a love of music and you got yourself a me in ten years.
It would be interesting to write a character like this- incredibly introspective. It makes me think of something in the second person, like a “pick your own adventure” deal. It could be interesting to delve into this.