All Right
Opinion time.
Over the years, I have felt like I've missed my calling. While my life is incredibly screwed up, I enjoy helping other people with theirs. While in line at the grocer's or waiting at the bus stop, people tell me everything from how they feel about their job or that they want to leave their spouse (the latter happens often! Makes me fear marriage.) Apparently I'm very easy to talk to. I can dispense with the advice, help others as much as I can, and generally enjoy it. I enjoy getting into the nitty-gritty of a relationship, learning the "dirt" they want to hide, but apparently are willing to share with me, a complete stranger. In Kroger, a woman once told me that her son got out of the house while she was sleeping and Social Services got a hold of him and now she's trying to get him back and doesn't know what to do because she's on Welfare and can't find a job and her no-good husband left her for a piece of white trash. All I did was say "Excuse me," while I reached for some cheese.
I feel that's where I'd be happiest in life. The human psyche is something that just fascinates me.
My parents, on the other hand, have told me repeatedly that I "don't tolerate people" very well. Honestly, they're right. I don't tolerate STUPID people well. I don't tolerate people who treat me like I'm an idiot very well. But people who would come to me for advice, for some reason, I have a never-ending patience with them. I want to genuinely help them better themselves and get on with their lives. And my friends, I have a never-ending patience with them. I think it's that my family drains me of all my happy energy that I tend to snap in front of them.
So, you, my friends who have benefitted from my nuggets of knowledge, who know me, what do you think: Do you think I have what it takes to become a professional counselor?
If you don't, tell me why. If you do, why?
Please?
Over the years, I have felt like I've missed my calling. While my life is incredibly screwed up, I enjoy helping other people with theirs. While in line at the grocer's or waiting at the bus stop, people tell me everything from how they feel about their job or that they want to leave their spouse (the latter happens often! Makes me fear marriage.) Apparently I'm very easy to talk to. I can dispense with the advice, help others as much as I can, and generally enjoy it. I enjoy getting into the nitty-gritty of a relationship, learning the "dirt" they want to hide, but apparently are willing to share with me, a complete stranger. In Kroger, a woman once told me that her son got out of the house while she was sleeping and Social Services got a hold of him and now she's trying to get him back and doesn't know what to do because she's on Welfare and can't find a job and her no-good husband left her for a piece of white trash. All I did was say "Excuse me," while I reached for some cheese.
I feel that's where I'd be happiest in life. The human psyche is something that just fascinates me.
My parents, on the other hand, have told me repeatedly that I "don't tolerate people" very well. Honestly, they're right. I don't tolerate STUPID people well. I don't tolerate people who treat me like I'm an idiot very well. But people who would come to me for advice, for some reason, I have a never-ending patience with them. I want to genuinely help them better themselves and get on with their lives. And my friends, I have a never-ending patience with them. I think it's that my family drains me of all my happy energy that I tend to snap in front of them.
So, you, my friends who have benefitted from my nuggets of knowledge, who know me, what do you think: Do you think I have what it takes to become a professional counselor?
If you don't, tell me why. If you do, why?
Please?