Me: I've picked an occupation to follow

My parents: really?!

Me: of course, I've put a lot of thought into it!

My parents: that's GREAT! Finally, you're getting a life!

Me:...thanks?

My parents: what do you want to be when you're older?

Me: the doctor

My parents: that's a wonderful job, a bit gorey for you, we mean every time you have a dissection in school, you always complain about how gross and cruel it is. We're very surprised.

Me: *confused laugh* um what are you talking about?

My parents: a doctor! Amazing! We never imagined you'd be into surgery!

Me: OH! *Laughs hard* I want to be the doctor not a doctor!

My parents: what?

Me: I want to be a 900 year old timelord who can go anywhere in the galaxy, but chooses to, most of the time, stay in modern day London.

My parents: oh...um...okay...

Me: *sigh* no one understands me...