Everybody in my family thinks I’m going to grow up to be a cashier. I’m not meaning to be angsty here, they have explicitly said this to me. It’s sometimes followed by the phrase “I guess, as long as your happy”. But sometimes it isn’t.
I find this mildly amusing when I’m in a good mood.
I can move to the other side of the world and get into La Sorbonne, but I still, apparently, put no effort into everything I do.
