Trying to decide what you want to do for the rest of your life is supposed to be easy, right? Just like picking a candy bar at the gas station, or solving the Da Vinci code? But, does anyone have a copy of the instruction manual? I think I’ve mixed up a few of the steps. I always thought it’d be an immediate process, like I’d read a fortune cookie and it’d all make sense from there. Lately, I’ve realized I’ve either been eating the at the wrong restaurant or this is all a crazy hoax. I’ve never had a singular idea of what I’m completely passionate about in life, it’s usually five to ten things at once. It’s almost like a potato chip, or pillows, or ineffective political leaders in the US. You can’t have just one.
Personally, I feel like a phony anytime I decide something feels right, because it doesn’t feel like how you’d expect. In media, it’s like shooting stars explode in the sky at birth spelling out your career path and from day one you develop the beautiful skills needed, just think of every kid’s movie you’ve ever seen. But I must be an extra in this film, because I was never typecast a perfect future. Even though, I know media stereotypes shouldn’t affect me so strongly, they have developed my thinking anyways and thus, I’ve become terrible at any long-lasting skills like practice, patience, and commitment. Just so quick as I’m excited to start a project, I’m also quick to jump to the next big thing. This has led me to many abandoned ideas, plans, and even connections with others.
Certainly, I wish I felt differently and try each day to find something that fits better than what I thought before. But in this modern world, where good, passionate, well-paying jobs are as rare as a Willy Wonka golden ticket, it’s hard to feel anything but fear. It almost feels like all of us in school are dogs feverishly chasing after balls for so long, that sometimes even if we are lucky enough to catch one, we don’t even know what to do with it anymore. The average student changes their major multiple times and colleges never cease to remind you that it’s totally normal, but being indecisive in this process can also be a hindrance. I’m petrified of being stuck in a job or a major or a place that I just don’t care about, but I don’t even know what that could possibly be.
Running away from everything that doesn’t feel magical is really scary actually and truly makes me feel more like I’m in a Julia Roberts film than anything else. I don’t know where the steady and charming Richard Gere of careers is, but I just keep hoping one day it’ll plop right in my lap. It’s enough to turn me into a grumpy old punk, saying “Damn the man!” and trust me I do, but unfortunately that’s not a job hiring as far as I know. If anything, it may be an unpaid internship that I could get saddled with because entry-level positions are apparently reserved for the gods. But after years of school putting this intense spotlight on finding the “eligible bachelor” career for us all with never-ending personality quizzes, what happens if nothing intrinsically clicks with who we are? I guess all there is to do is keep trying and like the grumpy punk I am, stick a safety pin in it (the existential crisis, that is).