The Occupation of Elves

Sometimes the luxury of having options is overwhelming. I find this to be the case in the bread aisle at Dillons, and when I am picking out frames at the optometrist's. This dilemma even appears when I'm deciding what to do on a Saturday night; if you have two options the time space continuum demands that you make a choice, and in a timely manner as well (Chop! Chop! We don't have all day!). And sometimes the Luxury of Options reaches its fever pitch when it comes to thinking about occupations and life goals. In 10 years, someone in my demographic could become a Doctor or a dentist or a Dairy Queen worker. They can save up and go to facinating destinations all over the world, like Antartica or Siberia or... Baldwin City. Options are great, but they take energy if you want to address them properly, and for that reason it is easy to under-appreciate them.
During times like this, it can be good to compare yourself to others who do not have an abundance of options; those who are less fortunate. And in the less fortunate, I mean elves- a people group (...!...?) who are rather limited in their choice of occupation, because, as one of my brothers pointed out to me, what kind of jobs can you get if you are an elf? You can work in Santa's workshop (but he only takes you if you are clever and nimble, and rumour has it that they have maple syrup on everything in the cafeteria, so you have to like that). If you are an elf you can bake cookies in the Keebler tree (this is just speculation, but my bet is that even for as big as the trunk is, it's tight quarters). If you are an elf you can act in movies, like the Lord of the Rings (but they only accept you if you are extremely good looking), OR, if you are an elf, you can be a cobbler and sew up shoes (but you have to be willing to work nights). I might be missing one or two occupations, but you get the idea. Elves are extremely limited in their choice of occupation and none of them are terribly ideal. I might go as far as saying that elves are actually (and I am going to linger on this last word) suppressed.
So, I decided not to write a blog post on the difficulty of having options in life. I will choose to appreciate this luxury. Instead, I will leave you with the choice of clicking on the blog links off to the left side of the screen, posting a comment at the bottom of this blurp, doing other computerish tasks, or clicking off your computer and going for a walk- because it's a lovely day out today.