What's All The Fckery About?

What's All The Fckery About?

well, to explain the lack of post, i've been occupied with time and energy consuming activities which i certainly wont runaway from. but i've been bugged by thoughts and people, who have been asking about career and professions, since i will, if god's willing, graduate school next year.

now, the pressure is unbelievably unbearable. sure, contradict my statement and say 'do what you like blabla yadda yadda' or 'go with what you're good at' and all is well. shit, you had it easy.

so my overanalyzing brain narrowed it down into three categories. hobby vs talent vs general opinion. and let me elaborate this for all of yous. hobby is a matter of personal liking, it's not something you necessarily ace on, but is where your passion heading, a matter of interest. while talent is just something you (seldom) effortlessly excel on. something that flows in your blood stream. now this will be the perpetually controversial part : general opinion. now this includes, psychological career tests results, parents requests, the superiority of mainstream career options, and endless advise from people in your surrounding.

now, my dad, is and architect. he had, what i called it an easy 'bingo' when he was my age, all stars aligned to one direction of which he had affiliate for more than 20 years now. hobby? drawing. cross. is he good in it? yes. cross. is he in some ways pedantic and organized? very. cross. is being architect seen by the community as a promising and professional career? yes. cross. bingo! he even did a 'career guidance' test back then. indonesian school provides this service where they narrow down possible career options based on your talents and interest. guess what? his result was just another complimentary cherry on top.

now seventeen years later. 2011. her daughter, yours truly. is facing something resembling a death sentence. equally heart-throbbing. why? because when you pick one that is not suitable, you're basically on the chopping block. mom wants me to take petroleum and mining, or medical. med school, i could live with. but nobody could personally think of me as a doctor. my counseling teacher said i have a very high communication skills. while i've spent my late childhood being consumed with the thoughts of architecture, and sketches, and structural empires. none of them are cohesive.

i really want to make my mom proud. i'm just, lost.