My mother was a patient woman. At one party she brought me in to meet friends and acquaintances. I remember leaning forward and confiding to one group of people: "After college? I'm planning on joining the Special Executive for Counter-Intelligence, Terrorism, Revenge and Extortion."
My father rolled his eyes. I considered it an improvement from my previous declaration of my intent of becoming a diplomat for the United Federation of Planets. I felt someone needed to help reinforce the Prime Directive.
These days my declarations of identity have taken a slightly different tilt.
"What do you do for a hobby, Mr. Sternberg?"
"I'm a re-enactor."
"You mean like a Civil War or Revolutionary War re-enactor? What is it you re-enact?"
"The 1997 Superbowl. Greenbay v. New England. I usually take on the role of a pennant vendor. We make all our own uniforms."
I live for whimsy.