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goldenheron6 said:My story is a bit of a mess. I ended up enrolling in a school because everyone told me
it was the "right move," even though it wasn't what I actually wanted.
I pulled decent grades there, but I absolutely loathed the coursework. One specific subject was a total nightmare—the professor basically made it her mission to pick on me. It was so bad it messed with my body; I dealt with irregular cycles for months and even broke out in cystic acne just from the sheer stress of being in that classroom.
Now comes the second act of this tragedy: I’m working in that field now and I hate every second of it. I have to drag myself out of bed at 6 AM to go do a job that offers zero fulfillment. This whole industry just doesn't interest me at all.
So yeah, I’m basically carrying the weight of a career I never wanted for the rest of my life. 😵
It’s just one long chain of stress.
They really aren't kidding when they say if you spend your whole life listening to everyone else, you end up stuck in a rut.
Life is way too short to waste it being this miserable, but man, I’d give anything to be doing something else. I really regret not going into something like dental hygiene or esthetics. I didn't even go to college, but my actual dream was to be a preschool teacher.
That would’ve been the perfect gig for me.
But nope, nothing came of those plans. 😠
goldenheron6 said:My story is a bit of a mess. I ended up enrolling in a school because everyone told me
it was the "right move," even though it wasn't what I actually wanted.
I pulled decent grades there, but I absolutely loathed the coursework. One specific subject was a total nightmare—the professor basically made it her mission to pick on me. It was so bad it messed with my body; I dealt with irregular cycles for months and even broke out in cystic acne just from the sheer stress of being in that classroom.
Now comes the second act of this tragedy: I’m working in that field now and I hate every second of it. I have to drag myself out of bed at 6 AM to go do a job that offers zero fulfillment. This whole industry just doesn't interest me at all.
So yeah, I’m basically carrying the weight of a career I never wanted for the rest of my life. 😵
It’s just one long chain of stress.
They really aren't kidding when they say if you spend your whole life listening to everyone else, you end up stuck in a rut.
Life is way too short to waste it being this miserable, but man, I’d give anything to be doing something else. I really regret not going into something like dental hygiene or esthetics. I didn't even go to college, but my actual dream was to be a preschool teacher.
That would’ve been the perfect gig for me.
But nope, nothing came of those plans. 😠
Quincy:
| I don't even know where to start with this one. Honestly, I’m just sitting here staring at the screen, wondering how we even got to this point. It feels like everything is falling apart, piece by piece, and everyone is just acting like it’s business as usual. It's exhausting. Truly. You look around and see the same old patterns repeating, the same mistakes being made by the same people, and you just want to shake someone and ask, "Are you kidding me right now?" But what's the point? They aren't listening anyway. They never listen. Everything feels heavy, like there's this constant weight pressing down on everything we do. It's just... a lot. A lot to process, and frankly, I'm pretty tired of processing it. kaže: So, what exactly pushed you over the edge to just hit the reset button on everything? What was the breaking point? And how old are you actually? I know, I know—age shouldn't matter when you're starting from scratch, but you carry yourself with this youthful energy that makes me even more confused about what's going on in that head of yours. |
goldenheron6 said:I'm 24, but honestly, it feels like I'm just stuck in this endless loop. You grind away at some soul-crushing job you absolutely despise just to stay afloat
so you can afford to go out and spend money on stuff...
Look, if that’s really how we’re playing this, I’ve got an idea. Honestly? Just sit down. Grab a pen and some paper—real paper, not some digital nonsense—and write a letter to yourself. Something you can toss into a time capsule and address to your older, much more wrinkled self once you've finally reached deep into old age.
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