How my brain works: it’s sad. I accept that.
Not bad! I might just have to post a little Facebook update about my pottery progress tonight.
“I trimmed six bowls and threw two more.”
Will people even know what that means?
Whatever. I’m a friggin’ potter, yo!
How cool would it be if my last name was Potter?
Alicia’s sixth grade teacher’s last name was Potter…
…and she wasn’t a potter.
What a waste.
With a last name like that, you should honor it.
That way, people would say, “Sandy Potter? Are you a potter? Ha ha!” thinking they’re clever and expecting you to say no.
But then you’d say, “Yes I am. Why are you laughing?” and SHAZAM – you’d have the upper-hand in that conversation.
Some people have all the luck.
<THINKING>
Hang on. My last name is ALSO a noun that could be a vocation.
But I live in the city and don’t even have a balcony.
How the hell could I farm?
Maybe I should move.
Or change my name so people don’t think I’m wasting it.
I had this exact patch sewn onto my overalls in fourth grade. Except it was in English. And it said: "I'm Proud to be A Farmer." And I modified it with a Sharpie so it said, "I'm Proud to be A. Farmer."
pithypants 