So long as I'm not a lady-in-waiting...
There is a fun game that I sometimes play when I don’t have anything particularly pressing to occupy my mind. I’ve nicknamed it “The Medieval Profession Game.” Basically, I imagine a fully-functional medieval kingdom, with knights, lords and ladies, bakers and carpenters, potters, artists, and abbots and clerics. Then I go through people that I know and try to figure out what sort of profession they might find themselves in (by birth, apprenticeship, or choice) if they were all native to such a world.
It is an amusing foray into the realm of type-casting all of my friends into easily cognizable stereotypes. Don’t you all just love being pigeonholed? Unfortunate, I know.
At any rate, I was playing the game this afternoon and came to a startling realization. I’ve never really bothered to come up with an occupation for me. So I want input from people who might have a small grasp on the nearly unfathomable awesomeness that is embodied in my form.
So who would I be? Would I be the village drunkard? The destitute leper? The quiet monk contemplating his existence while observing the peas in his garden? A blacksmith, tailor, or farmer? A mighty King? A maker of finely-crafted wooden toys in a bustling city? Would I be a successful merchant or would I have been burned at the stake as a heretic? It’s up to you! I’m interested in feedback.
It is an amusing foray into the realm of type-casting all of my friends into easily cognizable stereotypes. Don’t you all just love being pigeonholed? Unfortunate, I know.
At any rate, I was playing the game this afternoon and came to a startling realization. I’ve never really bothered to come up with an occupation for me. So I want input from people who might have a small grasp on the nearly unfathomable awesomeness that is embodied in my form.
So who would I be? Would I be the village drunkard? The destitute leper? The quiet monk contemplating his existence while observing the peas in his garden? A blacksmith, tailor, or farmer? A mighty King? A maker of finely-crafted wooden toys in a bustling city? Would I be a successful merchant or would I have been burned at the stake as a heretic? It’s up to you! I’m interested in feedback.
posted by The Academian | 10:50 PM
5 Comments:
Monk n' peas.
What am I?
Lame. I gave you feedback and you're not even going to tell me if I'm the town milkmaid.
Rawr, MS. I take the day off from blogging to play video games and watch movies, and suddenly people are all up in my grill? he he he...
So I'd be a monk somewhere, wearing my brown frock, with a rope tied around my waist instead of a belt. I'd sleep in my cell at night, and rise early for a full day of chanting, fasting, and flagellating myself with reeds, huh? I could deal with that kind of life... few stresses, really.
As for your profession, I picked out a job for you as a local healer. You'd have an herb garden at your little cottage, and sick people would come to you for home remedies for the ague, boils, or maybe dysentery. You may or might not have some cats. And people would harbor secret suspicions that you were a witch, but wouldn't ever report you to the local bishop.
I like the part about healing people--but not really the part about what I am supposed to be healing. Boils. Ew!
You have an herb garden and maybe some mineral and moss poultices. It's not like you have the tools to cure them of cancer or something. You've got to make do with healing medieval-sounding diseases, like "The Bunions" or "The Typhoid."
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