I think I wanna be a Psychiatrist
Spending so much time alone lately has really let me do alot of thinking. Not that I didn't think enough as it is... But alot of the times I find myself left with nothing else to do. But anyways, Just reading a friend's journal entry kinda got my brain really spinning around and putting together things I've already thought about on my own. I love that. I love it when something challenges my mind, makes me think about things differently or even something I'd never even think about. I mean really that is why I do alot of the things I do... the movies i watch, the music i listen to, the clothes i wear, everything. It can be really overwhelming, but it's what I live for.
But I just feel like putting this all into words for my own sake.
Everybody, at least introspective thinkers and basically anyone with a brain, at one time in their life, seems to ask themselves why we are living? Why are we alive right now and what is the point of all of this if we are just going to die in the end? I've thought about that since I was old enough to start thinking abstractly, sooo basically, a real long time. And alot of the time I'd get really upset when I'd think about it and I'd wish I didn't think about things like that because it was too heavy and too much to deal with. But it's the way I am, I'm a thinker, and there's nothing I can do about that. But as I've grown and learned the little I've learned so far in life... I've started to answer these millions of questions and thoughts that fill my head everyday. And if I wanted to make this entry a novel, I'd write it all down. But there is plenty of time for that. I guess this whole post was kinda going in 10 different directions... but I think the point of this for me was just realizing that I have a real need to be challenged. From everything and eveyone I surround myself with. And this is why I am so picky. This is why I am constantly called a snob, and for a while it bothered me and I could not figure out why I come off like that. I'm not a snob. I don't think I am better than any 1 human being. I just tend to not want to bother with things that don't intrigue me or challenge me. Whether it's a person, or a pair of jeans. This also explains my huge lack of boyfriends. hah.
I really wish I was good with words. bahhh
Sometimes it's fun to actually use this "journal" like a real journal.
But I just feel like putting this all into words for my own sake.
Everybody, at least introspective thinkers and basically anyone with a brain, at one time in their life, seems to ask themselves why we are living? Why are we alive right now and what is the point of all of this if we are just going to die in the end? I've thought about that since I was old enough to start thinking abstractly, sooo basically, a real long time. And alot of the time I'd get really upset when I'd think about it and I'd wish I didn't think about things like that because it was too heavy and too much to deal with. But it's the way I am, I'm a thinker, and there's nothing I can do about that. But as I've grown and learned the little I've learned so far in life... I've started to answer these millions of questions and thoughts that fill my head everyday. And if I wanted to make this entry a novel, I'd write it all down. But there is plenty of time for that. I guess this whole post was kinda going in 10 different directions... but I think the point of this for me was just realizing that I have a real need to be challenged. From everything and eveyone I surround myself with. And this is why I am so picky. This is why I am constantly called a snob, and for a while it bothered me and I could not figure out why I come off like that. I'm not a snob. I don't think I am better than any 1 human being. I just tend to not want to bother with things that don't intrigue me or challenge me. Whether it's a person, or a pair of jeans. This also explains my huge lack of boyfriends. hah.
I really wish I was good with words. bahhh
Sometimes it's fun to actually use this "journal" like a real journal.