I know EXACTLY
how you feel.
When people find out that I've been a full time FAA Certified Commercial Balloon Pilot for the past 26 years the first reaction I get it is: "Gee, that must be FUN but really dangerous!"
I then tell them that its a freakin' job just like anyone else has, and that when I get done flying that last
thing I think about is balloons.
They then proceed to tell me how their friend, aunt, whatever died/ almost died in a balloon accident. I then tell them that in over 6000 hours of Pilot in Command time and flying passengers I've never even had a broken fingernail.
Then when I tell them I would rather be riding my motorcycle they ALL have stories of gore and catastrophe and how their friend, aunt, whatever died/almost died in a motorcycle accident. I tell them that I've riding motorcycles since I was 13 and don't have any scars.
I then tell them what I don't
want engraved on my head stone:
Gee, I wish I spent more time at the office.
They usually laugh, stare at their feet, and let out a big sigh while wondering if I am officially nutz.
At this point I realize that they have absolutely no life, live vicariously through others, and will die in a nursing home, sucking their dinner through straws - surrounded by other kindred souls that are thinking in unison "woulda, shoulda, coulda".
The discussion usually ends right there with a few more laughs and me telling them to **** off and die and - oh yeah - have a nice day.