The Beginning
March 3, 2007Today, I spent the day in my purple satin nightshirt, unaware of time. I woke to Marc's message on Y!M, only to drift in and out of sleep for another two hours. When I finally managed to force myself out of bed, it was 2pm. A feat, considering I never arise til 5pm once I've decided I'll be skipping class.
Third time in one week.
I wonder sometimes if I am capable of returning to school. I'm am horribly disillusioned about the whole thing. The courses no longer interest me, and my goals seem pretentious and unfulfillling.
Why do I study? To get a job. Why do I need a job? To make money. Why do I need money? To make things happen.
And that major question: Why psychology?
My parents seem to think that I should aim for the human resources sector. I have zero interest in human resources. That would be a problem.
I seem to be working towards a masters in psychology one day. That is hilarious. I have no use for it for I no longer wish to practice it. My heart is no longer in it. I only consider it because it might serve as a good and profitable career one day, and my future hubby and I need the money.
Let's face it though. What do I really want to do? I want to have children, take care of our home, write books when I've finished the chores at home, and handle the affairs of my orphanage (a masters in social work might be serviceable in this circumstance). Yes, I want an orphanage.
But the money? What about the money?
Ah yes. The money.
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