interruptions are always on my mind. . .

The truth is, everybody wants someone who is passionate about something.

When I was 16, my boyfriend at the time confessed to me that he wanted to become an orthodontist. I thought this was about the hottest thing ever. And not because I feel that strongly about cosmetic denistry, but because it was a goal, a path, it was something he really wanted to do.

Everyone wants to be with someone who has a guiding voice, a reason for their existance. And if the talent isn't there?

It doesn't matter, because at least the ambition is.

Musician, housewive with kids, nurse, a call centre manager, an funeral home director. . .

. . .it doesn't matter.

Just as long as you have some goal, some mark, some target at the end of everything you are doing.

So what the hell is mine?

There has to be a time and a place when I stop telling people that I'm a professional dart player looking for sponsorship. . .

. . .or that I want to start my own record label, or that I want to be a travel writer. . .

. . .or that I'm going to do PR for a non-profit organization, or start a magazine, or make documentaries, or become an international blogging celebrity, or open a restaurant. . .

There has to be a time and a place.

At this point, it isn't even a matter of misdirection or confusion. It's not a dilemma of what I'm going to do with my life.

The truth is, I just don't really know if I care.

But everyone wants to be with someone who is ambitious.

I just want to be happy. I want to be surrounded by words and friends and music.

. . but everyone wants someone who is passionate.