Papaya knew that it was around this time that they were supposed to be considering what they wanted to do when they got older. But honestly, there was just too many option. And most of those options weren’t even interesting. Keep going to school? For like, ever?! No, out of the question. Papaya wanted to be done with school as soon as possible and just.. Never have to worry about it ever again. It wasn’t that school was particularly hard, but they didn’t like how… restricting it was. They just wanted to go do their own thing and not have to worry about rules.
Then again, jobs had rules, didn’t they. Papaya was not exactly keen on that. Getting locked into one thing for like, ever, seemed unnecessarily cruel. How could they expect a person to just… decide to do one thing for the rest of their life! People lived a really, really long time! The more they thought about it, the less keen on growing up they became. Couldn’t they just… disappear from the world as people knew it and just… be a kid forever? Playing games, having fun… that was the ideal.
A fake ideal, but that didn’t stop them from dreaming about it. They knew if they spoke up about it their teachers would try to intervene. Try to get them to fall into line and go with the flow. They didn’t want that. So, rather than actually thinking about what they’d want to do when they got older, they settled on thinking of a good cover story. They’d… raise familiars, or something. Run a pet store. Or just work at one. It didn’t matter- a vet was too ambitious… but helping out at a shelter was a good enough cover story to get the adults in their life to back off.
Never mind that they hadn’t ever really shown a particular interest in familiar care. Oh well.
