Heidi Metro :: THE WEIGHT OF HEAVY QUESTIONS
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o you remember being a kid and having someone ask you what you wanted to be when you grew up? These well-meaning adults would usually use a sing-song tone and wait expectantly for you to wow them with a noble (and expected) answer like a teacher or a firefighter. Right? Ugh. I hated that question for lots of reasons. Mostly because my choices made people react in an awkward way. Being a priest or a truck driver are uncommon choices for a 6 year old girl. “Oh, well, isn’t that interesting.” Or if you’re from the Midwest, “Well... that’s different.” I truly just wanted to climb trees and play outside while I ate popsicles. Lay off Gary, I’m a kid. I’ll get to work later. The “heavy” questions don’t stop there. They only shift. And often make us squirm. Here are some status quo questions I was asked that just seem to ooze with veiled guidance about how I should live my life: “You’re not going to date him, are you?” (I guess I better date him! :) )
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