A crisis, me?!
So if you haven't heard me complain about it already, I've once again lost my direction. I seriously think I am beginning to hate Psychology and wonder why I ever got into it to start with. Oh yeah, because I was in First Year College and my advisor called me one day and told me I had to pick a major. Some help she was. So on the spot I had to decide what I wanted to do, and now here I am. It was fine at first, I thought I might actually enjoy it. Now I'm just so sick of analyzing and contemplating every little thing that happens and all my interactions with people and trying to figure out what everything MEANS and WHY people are the way they are. I'm just tired of thinking to be honest. I want to be doing something with my life that makes me happy, something that my heart is in. I don't want to do something that's going to frustrate me and make me tired. This means I most likely will not be going to grad school, which also means that I will not be the great psychologist that I led myself and so many others into believing I would be. So that only leaves one question....what will I be? I have no idea. I know I love art and literature and music and to an extent film. Is it possible or perhaps wise to even consider those options? I have no idea. Is this some stupid junior year freak out before I graduate into the *gasp* real world? Maybe, but I don't think so. So now I ask you....what do you see me doing with my life? I know it doesn't really matter what other people think, but I'm curious. Anyway, if I haven't already talked to you about this or even if I have, any responses are appreciated.