I went on over to my local community college to sign up for classes, because the semester is starting soon... only problem is, I still don't have a fucking clue what I want to do. My well-meaning friend advises accounting, because it just builds on aptitudes I already have and I'm already mentally hardened to boring desk work. But like, FUCK, is that something I really want to do? Having freedom to be employed where I want and actually having a salary that isn't something pitiful is attractive, but like, fuck, I want change in my life, I hate who I am, I don't want to build on the foundation that I fucking hate. Just standing in that college, makes me wish I was never born, I just wanted to die right in that hallway, I couldn't keep down the feeling of disgust, for myself and for the alien officious environment I knew I didn't belong in.
And when I'm actually speaking to the advisor to help me get started, she's speaking to me like I have the faintest clue of what I want to do, like this is something I actually want to do, and I'm just lost for words. I just couldn't contribute anything, I was just completely blank on the subject.
I just can't help but feel that someone who has so little direction and ownership of their own life like I do actually don't deserve to live.
"How fortunate it would be if I weren't burdened by the imperative to live, weren't shackled to this worthless body, which is itself shackled to the worthless world it exists in, and I could just be relieved of the chore of having to live. All so I wouldn't be forced into doing asinine shit like this!" was roughly the bath of emotions I was feeling articulated into words.
I suppose you could ask what I want to do, but how can I not contradict myself? Just, fuck, I'm a joke, my existence is a joke.