Who the F am I?

Yesterday I tried making a list of things that I like in order to determine my career path. It was about as pointless as any other career exercise I've completed over the years. I remember in middle school, we had to take some sort of survey which would decide our "Ideal Career Choices" I think mine resulted in: doctor, bus driver, and florist. None of which truly interest me (except maybe florist).

I was explaining recently how I appreciate being realistic when it comes to what you want to be when you grow up, and how if I had a class of kindergarteners I would tell them to work really hard on the things that they're good at because you can't be anything you want, there are limits. However, I'm having difficulties taking my own advice because I'm not quite sure what I'm good at, and my List of Things I Like completely degenerated towards the end, as things such as:
- Breaking frozen puddles
- Dancing like an idiot with the windows open
- Leaving hidden notes for people
- A good burp
- Orange Dreamsicles
provide about as much insight as the middle school survey, proving only the fact that I have not matured past the age of 7. Which, by the way, I am completely OK with.

Well, now I'm off to turn in some more applications and possibly call back a financial advising firm that keeps emailing me. I'm perplexed as to what makes them think I should be a financial advisor, but at this point I'm so confused about who I am anyway I may as well call them back, if only out of plain old curiosity.