Some Time to Ponder

The snow and ice that covered Indiana has closed IUPUI for three days.  This means I can stay home, put in a special “WTH” code into my time sheet and get paid for watching West Wing episodes.  Not one to watch all seven seasons in one sitting (although seasons 3 & 4 were especially captivating on Tuesday), I had time to think about my life and the direction in which I am headed.  After 10 or 15 minutes, I realized I needed advice and knowing my family’s lack of interest in this area, I went to the people who care for me, no matter what the circumstances:  my friends in the West Wing, season 3.  Here’s how the conversation went.

Curt:  What should I do when I grow up?
Bruno:  When I was a teenager, I crewed Larchmont to Nassau on a 58-foot sloop called Cantice. 

Curt:  So you think I should be a sailor?
Bartlett:  Excellent! Let’s talk temperature.

Curt:  What?
Bartlett to Leo:  I’ve got to tell him I lost a submarine. Can I make something up like say ‘what if a friend of mine hypothetically…’

Curt:  You DO know I can hear you, right?
Bartlett:  Oh, yeah, I forgot.
Curt:  But in season 2, the Ellie episode, you told me that I should just keep coming home?  You said, “The only thing you ever had to do to make me happy was come home at the end of the day.”
Bartlett:  I was wrong. I was. I was just…I was wrong. Come on, you know that.

Curt:  So what now?

Bartlett:  I would have been a great astronaut.

Curt:  You think I should be an astronaut?
Abbey:  You’re afraid of heights, speed, fire, and small enclosed spaces.

Curt:  You have a very good point.  What do you think, Charlie?
Charlie:  Aren’t you supposed to be writing?
Curt:  I am writing.
Charlie:  I don’t see any paper.
Curt:  You are not helping.

Curt:  President Bartlett, do you have any ideas at all?
Bartlett:  We need heroes.

And that’s when it came to me.  No more research.  No more laundry or dishes.  No more reading or writing.  I’ll be a hero.  I’ll make a difference in this world by saving people from evil.  I need a cape, a mask of some sort and a secret identity.

I really need to get out of this house.