I have to make a choice. My father or my mother. They are divorced, and they each have a path the want me to take. My father wants me to be a journalist and my mother wants me to be a geologist. And they’ve boat said, in far more words, that if I chose the option that will oppose their’s that they will not love me (more or less).

So now I have to be the one thing I’m not: decisive. Everyone knows I cannot commit to anything. Ever. And now that’s exactly what I need to do.

It doesn’t help that they both give really good pros of the one and really bad cons of the other. It’s like an estuary I’m stuck in the middle of, the ocean on one side and a river on the other. The problem is I don’t know if I’m a salmon or a clown fish.

And I don’t want to disappoint either of them. Maybe I can be a journalist-geologist. Journal about geology. No that’s stupid.

I’m sure I’ll just do what I always do: rebel and do neither. Then at least they can hate me together.