When it comes to career-choosing, Iím the
queen of whimsicality.
It makes me nervous that so many friends
have already pinpointed exactly what they want to do and how
to get there. Prospective lawyers join debate club and take
a ton of social history. Aspiring scientists load up on all
the science II classes at school and can be seen hunched
over lab tables with clouded goggles. Would-be writers take
up journalism or creative writing, contributing profusely to
the monthly school newspaper. Theatre buffs act in every
school play, garnering applause and awards.
So of course, I find myself being
influenced by these people and frantically searching for a
career path to walk safely and proudly on. I started an
addictive cycle of personality tests and self- analysis,
sure that the right career was just a mouse click away. Here
are my results:
Week 1: According to SparkLife
personality test, I am an Ď introverted artistí. Oh, I
thought, how conveniently apt. I just happen to play the
piano. I could become a concert artist traveling to Vienna
with Shubert gliding under my fingers. Though there is a
small problem: I donít like practicing.
Week 2: During the organic chemistry
unit, the teacher told us that organic chemists make great
perfumers, concocting tantalizing Diors and Chanels with a
small manipulation of chemical bonds. Now thereís a job you
donít often hear about! How exciting to create new exotic
scents. But by the time the unit was over and the glaring
red C passed back on the test, the perfumer idea evaporated.
Week 3: Doctor. I think everyone goes
through this phase. The altruism of helping humanity and
caring for others. What a noble job. Thus, I enrolled in
health science class ready to contribute to human kind.
However, a week later, after watching a video documenting
the personal lives of prestigious doctors, the professionís
wild fluctuating hours and med school toil were exposed. I
winced at the sight of blood and shivered at the cadavers.
Week 4: official lapse into desperation.
Everything I choose, I destroy later. Maybe I should just
give up on the search. And I did. Somehow, I felt freer.
like I can be a million things at once. Or nothing at all.
Or anything in between. The possibilities were endless.
Thereís no point in actively finding what I want to be. When
the right streak of passion or talent reveals itself, I will
Now Iím fine with not knowing and just
exploring. I love reading random topics of information and
taking a freshly contrasting course load in school. These
days the new career on my mind is journalism, but hey, maybe
After all, we humans are fickle
creatures, and I am no exception.