What if I turn out to be good at life but bad at whatever job I end up in? Isn't that the important thing, so if I'm happy and I make other people happy by being me then it doesn't matter how well I do by the biased standards set by a rich man's society? What if I want to let my job be only a miniscule, microscopic, infinitesimal piece of a large, audacious, exciting, vivacious life, and immerse myself in people and books and other activities and life's simple pleasures, and not worry about whether this "shortcut" or detour will take me where I wanted to end up in the end, because that's the exciting part, isn't it? And what if I'm such a dreamer that I can't tell my dreams from real life and wake up several times within a dream convincing myself it wasn't real, and then go through my day on edge, thinking that maybe any moment now I'll wake up and do it all over again, and how many times? Just because things I want to do may not seem plausible, may not make sense in the economic sense, or the logical sense, but I still want to do them, don't I have some right in that? And what if I want to live in Noman's Land, to be Nowoman herself, to have my own identity undefined by nationality, to be a wanderer with ties all over the globe and perhaps to bring it all a little bit tighter together by crossing and pulling those ties and to work hard not to break them? What if I want to stay somewhere forever that seems impossible? Why can't I go to Cuba, by law there are certain places I'm not allowed to go, and not just social law? Why can't I have lived five separate lives, or have been a part of this past forever, to have it as part of me, even if I wasn't really here? How can this history become mine without living vicariously through something else? And how can I conform happily when my determination is to stand out and to be myself? And what if my ultimate life goal is to have an ultimate life goal? What could I do about THAT?!