“Oh, well, um; I’m not really sure?” *Pauses, stutters words, and in a second goes from a confident grown-up to a bumbling moron who can’t seem to string a sentence together*
Yes, that’s me. All of the above. If I am honest, I am pretty sick of that question and what it means. It wasn’t until recently I realised just how much it annoyed me, and just how much we are defined by what we “do“. Of course, it used to be a question that didn’t phase me at all; a question I could answer confidently in a nano-second with a very proud “Oh, I work in sales in London for *Insert name of BIG cosmetics giant here*”. What a conversation opener, oh how interesting and engaging I was. Yes, my job seemed to define me in social situations and I didn’t even care.