I had a strange epiphany the other day. It was a prime example of how my brain often comes up with weird things out of nowhere that somehow make sense.
It has to do with job. I realized that a job I would be highly suited for is: being someone’s agent and/or manager. Namely a talent agent, or possibly even a press agent.
Again, I don’t know where this thought came from, but it makes almost too much sense. Some traits that are essential to being someone’s agent and/or manager are:
- Not being easy to take advantage of.
- Keeping track of things well, both mentally and physically.
- (Most importantly) Being someone who wants to serve people.
When I was a child, my older brother (the one I grew up with, anyway) told me that I’d make a great lawyer because I rarely take no for an answer. Now, in hindsight, I know he only said that because I’ve never been a pushover, which was great for him because he loved conflicts of every variety, and therefore I was a ripe target. Maybe I would have been a great lawyer in another life, but I’ve never desired that for a job. Not even slightly.
The idea of being someone’s agent is just perfect for me. More specifically, I think it would be perfect to be all three of these things: someone’s agent, manager, and bodyguard.
I don’t get fulfillment from having money, I don’t get fulfillment from being popular, I don’t get fulfillment from shooting guns, or lifting heavy things, assembling or repairing things, or even from most types of competition. It’s why I was never into sports, despite my brother (the same one mentioned earlier) constantly trying to shove sports down my throat when we were growing up.
I’d rather work hard serving someone.
Granted, I’m a father now. I believe all parents are servants to their children. It’s my job as a father to teach, protect, positively influence, provide for, and remain loyal to my daughter for as long as I live. And I’m glad to do all that. But here, I’m specifically talking about an occupation. Being someone’s agent, manager, etc., would not only be fulfilling, but I’d never get bored of it, too. It would be a lot of fun. Stressful, but fun.