So, hey guys, once again i find myself dealing with some anxiety.
About what? Well, my inevitable journey into the "real world", as it could be called. Outside every other safety bubble than the one i have to erect myself. But unfortunately, erecting such a bubble requires an income of sorts, and by proxy, an occupation. (because honestly i don't think anyone would just give money to me for no particular reason)
Now, i have wangsted about this before, i think, but that was a bit more specific in nature. See, when i think about the real world in objective terms, i think of a cold, cruel and unforgiving place, even here in Denmark, which has ludicrously good conditions for the unfortunate. Society wants me to find a hole and fit the fuck in it, and it expects me to know exactly what my particular shape in that catalogue is.
This isn't ENTIRELY wrong; i do have a general idea of my shape and desired hole, but that shape is rather awkward and formless. I don't feel like i've seen any hole that i can actually fit in, and that bothers me somewhat. Now, i'd personally be fine with being that odd shape that doesn't quite fit in anywhere, because i am a self-proclaimed excentric, but unfortunately, it doesn't really feel like there's room for the odd shapes outside of the holes. If you don't fit in, you're either gonna shave off some corners or you're shit outta luck. That's a rather nasty feeling, bordering on hopelessness, because i know that the material of my particular shape is extremely difficult to work with.
What this means is that if i do find something that i actually enjoy doing, i can easily immerse myself and usually get fairly good at it (bear with me for the self-glorifying terms, i don't enjoy speaking like that). On the other hand, over the 22 years i've lived, i seem to have developed an alarmingly extreme aversion to things that i don't care for. It's seriously interfering with my studying, because homework is one of the things in the world i care the least for. Whenever others urge me to do such things that i don't care for at all, i get extremely annoyed, and the burning question "WHY?" flares up in my mind, overriding nearly everything else, and it's never answered properly. Now, my dear mother, as much as i love her, doesn't really seem to understand how powerful this feeling is. It's not one that can be overcome with thoughts such as "i'll need this later" or "i just have to do it because they know better". That's a bit like bringing a bucket of water to a firestorm.
Therefore, it is extremely important to me that i find an occupation that i at least do care for, and will keep doing so. Problem is, i hear all this talk that without a degree in something, i'm not going to get a job that isn't monkey labour. Another problem is, it is extremely unlikely that there is a degree out there that doesn't involve at least one class that i don't care for. Those two problems form a problem2, and that's a very very nasty problem.
"Pull yourself together and tank through it", you say? I WISH it was that simple. Doing homework on regular weekdays is appalling, and doing it in the weekends is bordering the unthinkable. It's just not valid in my head. Don't do homework, then? If only. University studies don't work like that, even though this particular one has a shockingly low amount of papers that need turning in. There's still a curriculum to be read, problems to be solved and experiments to be made (i am usually okay with experiments). If i show up for all classes and manage to be attentive, it is possible for me to complete such a course. IF. Getting up at 7am usually means a very tired me, and a very tired me is unable to stay focused for more than 10-15 minutes at a time. Lectures are 45 minutes long, so that means i fail to catch maybe half the info that's thrown at me with reckless abandon. That's a LOT of lost info, and how does one make up for that? Yup, homework. And there's barely a snowflakes chance in hell that i'll ever do the homework if i can't immediately see a use for the subject at hand.
So, what really bothers me here is how unflexible i perceive this whole business to be. Note the word "perceive", because objectively, it is quite flexible; ideally you just have to read these things and solve these problems before exams hit. I don't perceive it as so because of how my mind apparently works. In the unobtainable utopian world, i'd be able to opt out of classes i don't care for, and possibly select ones i do care for instead. In that world, i also would be able to pick and choose WHEN i had lectures (which essentially means any time that isn't before 10am), and the lecturer would make small breaks every 20th minute or so. Now obviously, that's the blue pill answer, because the educational system of the red pill is FAR too fixated on cramming students through the machine at a blistering rate, giving very little regard to how the students actually feel in the process. Sickness-inducing levels of stress are a shockingly common occurrence in students, and i am NOT okay with that, but it is beyond my power to change.
See, i'd love to take things at my own pace, which is kind of sinuous. Sometimes i work in a ridiculously fast and determined manner, other times i don't work at all. It tends to shift somewhat suddenly between the two. University requires me to be in ridiculously fast-mode all the time, and i simply don't have the mental resources for that. I buckle under stress easily, and studying is essentially one long pile of stress.
And oh me oh my, even if i were to actually get a degree in information technology, what comes afterwards scares the bejeezus out of me, largely because my future in my own mind is a blank fog. I do have an idea of the kind of person i want to be, but i have no real dreams about what i want to be doing. I haven't tried enough things to know what i truly want, and it's extremely difficult to actually try things out at the rate i want to. At the moment, i have to slog through an entire semester to find out if i like the next set of classes, and most job offers are either menial labour or things i won't ever be qualified for, and everything else that i CAN try is mostly hobby stuff that is only going to cost me money.
One thing i do know is that i love to do creative things, to make things how i want them, to express my thoughts out into the world. I've tried that out, and i love it. Unfortunately, society doesn't have an awful lot of holes for people like that, and the holes that are there are LARGE, making them almost impossible to fill out. Hell, i can't even imagine how the things i'm learning at this study would land me a job, even though they say there's plenty of jobs to be found.
Long story short, i don't feel like i'm a viable build for this world. I don't feel like there's room for me if i can't chop off my arms to fit in, i don't feel like there's a hole to my shape, and all those other metaphors for feeling like there's no need for a guy like me in the world*. I feel more like the world needs to accept my existence like a funny beetle in a jar, and keep me there because it's not bothered by my existence and it can't be arsed to throw me out.
Is the real world really that much of a scary asshole, or am i being too pessimistic? And on the note, am i the only one with such an aversion to undesirable activities? ... Am i the only one who has problems finding his place in this world? Pardon the text wall, it needed to be written.
* Suspiciously specific denial time: i am NOT suicidal, it'd be rude as fuck and i still like living way too much to even consider the easy way out.