I wanted to live in the outback, away from people, on a few hundred thousand acres, with nothing but land and animals in sight..

Hmmmm I married a man who didnt live in the outback, and didnt want to, such a bummer, i would still do it in a sec if i could..

Hmmm but somehow I dont think my city boy would like it much.

I liked the military much better and did that for 20 years and still am active with the military.

Well when I was really little I wanted to be a paleontologist or a zoologist cause enjoyed drawing animals and dinosaurs well I ended up having people tell me my art was really good. So I thought I wanted to pursue that. I don't make enough with it to keep a roof over my head. So its a hobby now and I think if I did do it for a living I wouldn't enjoy it as much.

Toys R Us kids lol.. Um race driver i guess

I STILL don't know what I want to be when I grow up.

When I was a kid back in PA the garbage truck drivers would stop and talk with us, bring treats, tell jokes...I loved em and they seemed to be having so much fun. So I wanted to drive a garbage truck and be like them...
that dream has not come into fruition and for that I'm grateful, now it just looks like a whole lot of work.

18.

Not 21?

Two questions pop to mind:

1. Were you a dry vet nurse, or a wet vet nurse? And no, I am not just trying to be fresh. This IS a serious question, no matter what you think.

2. You helped young people in your capacity as a veterinanian? I can see that, if I consider some of the kids in the neighbourhood where I grew up.

If you think I am joking, I am not. I was born not long after the war ended, and two-thirds of the men perished, or became disabled beyond useful capacity, while only one-third of the women perished. Therefore it was not an uncommon practice for women to marry their riders, their hunting dogs, or the footservants. (You must have read those Jane Austen stories where two best friends vie for the hand of a maiden... this is the same, what with the dog licencing's historical roots having been giving marriage licences to dogs who passed the blood test.)

But I digress.

This puts the career of Santa Claus in a different light for me.

You made me very happy with your post. I am now very glad he does not exist, for I always liked him so much.

So when the man did not want to follow you to the outback, you turned your back, and he slipped out back.

(I am a man who would not mind slipping it IN the back... but that's too dirty. Pfooy, Andrew, go wash your mind with soap. And then use mental floss.)

yeah... copping is too much like a caring profession, and only those who haven't done it don't understand that.

Cops have to take care of at least 20 domestic violence cases a day, where one is a drunkard and the other is a junkie, while there are seven kids in the two-room apartment, in ages eighteen months to twenty-two years, and the two oldest suffer from some sort of developmental syndrome.

This is the lions' share of a cop's daily duties, and paperwork.

I sympathise with those cops who kick a hapless petty criminal who has no language skills to death once in a while. This is a harm-avoidance reaction by the cops, because they would simply go insane if they occasionally did not discharge their penned-up frustration with the law enforcment system on one hand, and with seeing sorrow upon sorrow and more and more miserable people in abject living conditions every day.

An ordinary person can't see the logic in this, maybe. "Why kick someone you feel sorry for to death?" the ordinary person would ask. The answer is complex and need to pass at least the Level B examination to the satisfaction of the board, of psychosociological training. Well, it is explicable with the "rescuer" syndrome. A victim person can't be saved; but a rescuer will want to save the "victim". If the rescuer sees no reward for his efforts in this, a basically very unpleasant, task, then the rescurer will turn vicious, and himself beat the victim.

You see, the victim wants temporary relief, which the rescuer provides; but this way the rescuer becomes martyrized, by giving, giving, giving, and not receiving appropriate rewards (money in form of pay is nothing as a motivational force for people in salaries), so they turn to booze very often, or get abusive in their love relationships, or kick a hapless "victim" to death on the street.

Hey. This explains my short story why cops are caring professionals, and yet why they have the propensity to kick someone to death once in a while.

it's the 'mad camel' syndrome.

Ruth, I am not a caring person, so I am not ready for any of the three you were going to be good at, and also I am carrying a lot of bodily fluids wherever I go, I don't need to use others' to top-off my levels.

I'm just happy that I made you happy : )~

I'm supposed to grow up?