Yeehaw and stuff, you know? |
I'm young and probably don't know better, but it's no matter. What I need is education and support not tight directional pointing and career-type pigeonholing. In other words, the hat's cute and all but don't decide for me what I'll be.
I know dad thinks I'm a journalist, and in the regard that I spew out random "who knows what" willy-nilly without research, I suppose me and him both are. It's paying for my college so I don't argue it, but this cowboy business may be just too much.
Maybe when I grow up I'll get a BA in cowboy arts, but I kind of doubt it. More likely it would be a degree in rodeo clowning sciences, but I just don't know. Does anybody offer a double major in bull sciences and journalism? While the National Enquirer may say yes, I kind of doubt it.
MissLissa hit the Lone Star State this month (Hawaii or Mexico, I think) and felt inclined to pick me up a Sheriff-style cowboy hat. It's itchy and cool, but then I was handed the most makeshift of horses and I'm really not impressed. Should I cowpoke, wrangle or hog-tie me a random Bessie? I just don't know.
I want to please my parents. I want to move 'em on, head 'em up, head 'em up, move 'em out, move em' on, head 'em out {rawhide!] but I don't see any milky moo-makers to rope. This role is wasted on me, don't try to force in on me people.
Thanks for the scratchy hat that's for the double-A operated horse-head stick, and thanks for the free-range roving freedom, but let me choose myself what I want to be. I dig TV over cows and Mac & Cheese over franks & beans, so kindly Cookie, let me be a city-kiddie, if you don't mind.
P.S. Yee-haw and all that junk.
As good as I may look all cowboy'd out, I think it's just a bit of fun and games, not a full-on career choice.
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