Why Twitlonger??
I'm just going to paste this here so I can find it without saving it on my computer, because twitlonger is not working!!! Once Twitlonger starts working again, I might delete this (most likely not, it would feel wrong).
I just found infpblog.com, and it's so insightful. Things I've felt, but didn't realize. The first comment on the first entry I've read said, "I'm 45 and I'm still trying to figure out 'what I want to be when I grow up.'" I've always had this idea that it's too late for me to change my mind. In seventh grade, my cousin asked what high school I'm going to. I felt like I was losing time and doing something wrong because I didn't even know I could choose. I ended up going to a Catholic high school, which was actually mostly my mom's decision (one reason being LP's reputation). A similar thing happened with college applications. I went to none of the visits from colleges in the library. My parents kept throwing big names at me, but I never really had any extracurriculars, my grades were slowly declining, and there was that ordeal (ha) with the SAT. I only chose my major because I seemed to be best at it. I quickly lost my interest in it once I lost that top spot. I feel like I may have been an INFP acting like an INTP. (to be continued, because twitlonger is saying it's too long) I used to say I love logic and proofs (almost like defending my choice), but they feel kind of empty to me now, and even though it's interesting sometimes, I don't feel the same about it anymore. Before I started freshman year, I already thought I was locked into my major. My parents have already paid for two years of college, and I don't have much to show for it. I feel so uninspired. I feel stuck. I just want to be locked up in my room all day. I won't be changing my major or dropping out of school (just the idea of dropping out is horrifying), but I need help. One piece of advice I read was to do something out of routine. I just don't know what to do. (I will not take a dance class. I've done that, and I don't like it.) I might try drawing again, but big, blank papers are scary. Also, I always hesitate to press the post button, but the internet is huge, and actually putting things like this out there makes me feel a little bit lighter.
I just found infpblog.com, and it's so insightful. Things I've felt, but didn't realize. The first comment on the first entry I've read said, "I'm 45 and I'm still trying to figure out 'what I want to be when I grow up.'" I've always had this idea that it's too late for me to change my mind. In seventh grade, my cousin asked what high school I'm going to. I felt like I was losing time and doing something wrong because I didn't even know I could choose. I ended up going to a Catholic high school, which was actually mostly my mom's decision (one reason being LP's reputation). A similar thing happened with college applications. I went to none of the visits from colleges in the library. My parents kept throwing big names at me, but I never really had any extracurriculars, my grades were slowly declining, and there was that ordeal (ha) with the SAT. I only chose my major because I seemed to be best at it. I quickly lost my interest in it once I lost that top spot. I feel like I may have been an INFP acting like an INTP. (to be continued, because twitlonger is saying it's too long) I used to say I love logic and proofs (almost like defending my choice), but they feel kind of empty to me now, and even though it's interesting sometimes, I don't feel the same about it anymore. Before I started freshman year, I already thought I was locked into my major. My parents have already paid for two years of college, and I don't have much to show for it. I feel so uninspired. I feel stuck. I just want to be locked up in my room all day. I won't be changing my major or dropping out of school (just the idea of dropping out is horrifying), but I need help. One piece of advice I read was to do something out of routine. I just don't know what to do. (I will not take a dance class. I've done that, and I don't like it.) I might try drawing again, but big, blank papers are scary. Also, I always hesitate to press the post button, but the internet is huge, and actually putting things like this out there makes me feel a little bit lighter.