When I tell people about how I’m confused about what to study, or where to study, they usually respond with “do what you want to do,” or worse, a question: “What would you like to do?”
I’d like to write children stories, while sitting in a hammock, watching the waves of the Indian Ocean crashing into the white beach, on my very own island. But that’s not much of a career plan.
The truth is, I don’t know what I want. So far, I’ve managed to fill up on things I don’t want, which is supposedly just as productive. (It’s not – just frustrating.) I try new things – new country, new school, new friends, new college, new guy, new language – but I usually don’t follow through. I have lots of beginnings, but then I run out of steam…… I lose momentum, and once the inertia sets in I find myself stuck in the same situation.
I still don’t know what I want.
Not what I want to study.
Not where I wanna study.
Not even what exactly it is about myself, that I keep trying to fix.
And when I try to talk to people (mainly “monos”) I find myself explaining myself, so that they can understand me, without ever getting to the actual point. For example, I’ve been depressed in the past, and recognizing similar patter ns in my behaviour I decided to seek help before I fall into the pit of gloom. After waiting for 3 months, I finally get an appointment with a psychologist, and drag myself over there, relieved that I will finally be able to deal with this.
Before the first session, one has to fill in a paper with basic info. Name, birthday bla bla bla. Medical history, how many sibling……. and the came the tricky bit. There was a box for changes in family life, mainly divorce/remarriage. And then, another box simple marked, anything else. I could’ve filled pages with that. I barely had enough time to mention I’d moved around a lot before I got called in. Great.
It was the most awkward hour of my life. The whole time I kept yo-yoing through my memory, leaping from early childhood to last week. Occassionally she’d ask me a question, but the type that made me think, “Ah, what’s the use? She’s not gonna get it anyway.” I was back to trying to explain my life, so that she could understand where I’m coming from, so we could actually get to the point where I talk about now……….
I left, feeling as empty as ever, with little faith she could help me. And so, here I am. It’s almost 1 a.m. I don’t wanna go to work. Or class. I just wanna sleep, and wake up with the puzzle pieces that are my life in together, forming a picture from which I could recognize myself. Cos I don’t know who I am. Under the layers of adaptation
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