Detective Investigation Files IV ruined my life
Okay, I know it sounds far fetched, but hear me out.
To begin, I will like to acknowledge that one of my new year's resolutions is to not look back. Given my personality, however, it's a little easier said than done. So going against my resolution, I am going to write about one of my biggest regrets so far in life. I know, sounds dramatic-it’s because it is.
I really, really question what I was thinking four years ago when I chose psychology as my major. And even worse, when I decided to add on communications. Let me tell you now, communications has to be one of the most useless majors EVER. Seriously, what the fuck was I thinking? I’ve always been a quantitative person. My favorite subject in high school was math. I might not have been the best in the class, but I certainly did well in it. I did not enjoy reading textbooks and certainly hated writing essays, so why on earth did I not chose a major that was more aligned with my interests?
To be honest, there were many reasons. One of the main reasons for why I did NOT choose math or something along that spectrum was because I was afraid that I wasn’t going to do well enough. I’ve always been good at it, but did not think I was good enough. And looking back, I realize that my father also have a very influential role in pushing me away from that area because he also thought I couldn’t do it. And you know what pisses me off even more. THE FACT THAT MY DAD IS AN ENGINEER! Parents are suppose to push their child to follow their footsteps, but my dad definitely failed to do so-he didn’t even tell me anything about engineering so I was completely uninformed about the field-I couldn’t have been interested in something that I knew absolutely nothing about. He thought girls are too dumb for it. Thanks dad, for having so little faith in me.
So now to address the question of why I chose psychology, I was at first reluctant to admit this, but I’ve come to accept that the main reason for why I was even aware of this field area was because of DIFIV. Watching Jessica acting as Mo Siu Kwan glorified the field. She made the job of a psychologist appear very appealing. Her with her nice office and her coolness and her Tsui Fei. By the time I decided that I definitely did not want to do clinical psychology, it was already too late. I was sucked into the major already.
Admittedly, my decision to remain as psychology major was not purely based on DIFIV (or else that would have been REALLY sad). Psychology itself is actually a rather interesting subject, particularly social and cultural psychology. Cultural psychology helped me understand a lot about myself and my Asian American identity in the American culture-I’ll give it that.
But still, it’s not like I wanted to pursue a career in this area. So why did I stay with this major? Well this I blame my ignorance and the lies that our psychology professors told us during freshman and sophomore year. We were fed with the idea that a psychology major is so broad that you can do anything with it. FUCKING B.U.L.L.S.H.I.T. You know what I can’t do with my psychology major? Any job that requires quantities abilities. They’re looking for finance majors, math majors, computer science majors, economics majors, statistic majors, NOT FUCKING PSYCHOLOGY MAJORS.
Had my parents been more knowledgeable about the American corporate world, they would have guided me in the right direction for money making majors, but since they’re not, and since I was also so unknowledgeable four years ago, this is why I am at my current state. Lost. Dazed. Confused. And unmarketable.
Thank you DIFIV, thank you dad, thank you Bush.
And of course, thank you my 18-year old idiotic self.
To begin, I will like to acknowledge that one of my new year's resolutions is to not look back. Given my personality, however, it's a little easier said than done. So going against my resolution, I am going to write about one of my biggest regrets so far in life. I know, sounds dramatic-it’s because it is.
I really, really question what I was thinking four years ago when I chose psychology as my major. And even worse, when I decided to add on communications. Let me tell you now, communications has to be one of the most useless majors EVER. Seriously, what the fuck was I thinking? I’ve always been a quantitative person. My favorite subject in high school was math. I might not have been the best in the class, but I certainly did well in it. I did not enjoy reading textbooks and certainly hated writing essays, so why on earth did I not chose a major that was more aligned with my interests?
To be honest, there were many reasons. One of the main reasons for why I did NOT choose math or something along that spectrum was because I was afraid that I wasn’t going to do well enough. I’ve always been good at it, but did not think I was good enough. And looking back, I realize that my father also have a very influential role in pushing me away from that area because he also thought I couldn’t do it. And you know what pisses me off even more. THE FACT THAT MY DAD IS AN ENGINEER! Parents are suppose to push their child to follow their footsteps, but my dad definitely failed to do so-he didn’t even tell me anything about engineering so I was completely uninformed about the field-I couldn’t have been interested in something that I knew absolutely nothing about. He thought girls are too dumb for it. Thanks dad, for having so little faith in me.
So now to address the question of why I chose psychology, I was at first reluctant to admit this, but I’ve come to accept that the main reason for why I was even aware of this field area was because of DIFIV. Watching Jessica acting as Mo Siu Kwan glorified the field. She made the job of a psychologist appear very appealing. Her with her nice office and her coolness and her Tsui Fei. By the time I decided that I definitely did not want to do clinical psychology, it was already too late. I was sucked into the major already.
Admittedly, my decision to remain as psychology major was not purely based on DIFIV (or else that would have been REALLY sad). Psychology itself is actually a rather interesting subject, particularly social and cultural psychology. Cultural psychology helped me understand a lot about myself and my Asian American identity in the American culture-I’ll give it that.
But still, it’s not like I wanted to pursue a career in this area. So why did I stay with this major? Well this I blame my ignorance and the lies that our psychology professors told us during freshman and sophomore year. We were fed with the idea that a psychology major is so broad that you can do anything with it. FUCKING B.U.L.L.S.H.I.T. You know what I can’t do with my psychology major? Any job that requires quantities abilities. They’re looking for finance majors, math majors, computer science majors, economics majors, statistic majors, NOT FUCKING PSYCHOLOGY MAJORS.
Had my parents been more knowledgeable about the American corporate world, they would have guided me in the right direction for money making majors, but since they’re not, and since I was also so unknowledgeable four years ago, this is why I am at my current state. Lost. Dazed. Confused. And unmarketable.
Thank you DIFIV, thank you dad, thank you Bush.
And of course, thank you my 18-year old idiotic self.