Broken dreams (No Politics, tired of my threads getting Pol-Bombed)

[Anonjohn20]

I wanted to be a garbage collector, riding on the back of a garbage truck. But my parents wanted me to go to school instead and I eventually let it go.

You threw it away, like garbage, for someone else to collect. lol jk

 

[Gray_Mann]

I originally wanted to open up a records store but that quickly took a backseat to my martial arts training and career. Eventually, after winning 2 state championships as well as making it to the finals in 2 more, I figured I should go national and become a professional fighter. I had interviews and everything else set up with professional trainers from various national circuit gyms. They had seen footage of my fights, and said I had the potential, and here I'll paraphrase: to "be a champion, or one hell of a obstacle for whoever IS champion."

I weighed at 188 lbs at the time, so I qualified for the Light Heavyweight Class but they thought that was a little intense for a newcomer to the national circuit so they were going to train me and help me drop some weight until I could fit in for the Middleweight Class, and then get me some fights and see how things went from there. If they went good, they were going to toss a lot of strength and weights training my way so I could bulk up, gain some weight back, and compete at Light-Heavy, and then eventually, Heavy.

I'm 5'11, but I've always been sort of thick. I've always been active, but I've never been thin. I've always had a thick, "solid-ness" as I've been told. I have very little excess bodyfat. I'm just stout? I think that's the word.

Anyway, it didn't work out. I had personal issues, and I've suffered from PTSD since I was teenager due to my upbringing. I'm the kind of guy who will walk into a restaurant, and if I can't find a table that allows me to see ALL entrances simultaneously, I won't eat there and just leave. I have my own bedroom situated so I can see out of both the window as well as see my bedroom door without having to do anything more than move my eyes. I cannot stand having lights on in my house during nighttime. If it isn't coming from my computer screen, or the fridge, or the bathroom when I'm in it, it stays off during nighttime. I don't want to be seen. I don't want to be noticed.

Martial arts and the focus it gave me, helped me channel those demons and the aggression they caused, an outlet so I didn't take it out on others or do something stupid.

Let's just say, out of my entire friend group, there were 9 of us originally, 5 died before 18, 2 are in prison with one serving 40 years and the other doing life, and the only one still alive, is a vegetable in a long-term care facility. He's essentially braindead. He's not even there. I visited him twice. After the second visit, I became suicidal and I botched a suicide attempt. I was drunk, and tried to shoot myself in the head but I was so drunk that I fell out of my chair and only grazed myself above the ear. I was so amazed at the circumstances of my survival, that I didn't try again. Never found the courage to visit my friend a third time after that.

But, for whatever reason, that failed suicide attempt stole any interest I had in going national with martial arts. Now I'm a bouncer at gentleman clubs. I basically make sure drunks don't get too handsy with the mostly and completely naked dancers. I get paid decently, and I'm just not interested in doing anything else anymore.

Security work isn't what I thought I'd be doing, but it worked out in it's own way I suppose.

 

[SwordSong]

Most people would probably answer being a pilot, a doctor, or even an astronaut. Why? Because they're cool. That's what little kids are like.

Yep. My preschool dream was astronaut. Gave up on it when I realized that you don't fly too the moon on a bike a la E.T.

 

[MarikoRawralton]

When I was really young, I fantasized about becoming this famous author. I used to talk to my friends about it and joke around about writing my own versions of books that left me disappointed. I guess I just really liked the written word. That was ages ago, though, and I don't really know if that's in the cards for me a this point.

Then, when I got older, I wanted to be one of those big YouTubers, but I don't think I'm funny enough or entertaining enough and I've been cursed with an embarrassing voice, so I can't really do any speaking roles either. If I had a nice face, I could probably still salvage something, but I don't have a nice face, so that isn't happening either.

Now, I'm not really sure what my dreams are anymore. I don't really think that far ahead, to be honest.

 

[AstreiaNyx]

I was lucky enough that my dreams came true.