Kill doctor lucky tableflip5/6/2023 My heart went out to him – hard not to, with 13 years of friendship under your belt – but there wasn’t much that I could do besides offering a hug (I’m a great hug giver. Now, he said, he felt like he was just passing time, trying not to kill himself fin the process, but that he couldn’t drop out because his parents were pinning too much on him becoming an accountant.Īlready, that friend had ditched an exam and intentionally flunked another. Said friend was studying accounting but his heart had left that field semesters ago. So yeah, that was another thing going for me.Ī few months back, when I was still writing for The Star, I met up with a childhood friend of mine. I know some children of doctors who would rather come out as gay or bisexual than as an aspiring artist or – EGAD – a musician. It pays alright and no one will judge you because then they’d have to read your work first, and that takes more time than a lot of people are willing to give. Then there was the fact that it was writing I loved, and not anything else. They sat me in front of a computer every night – my father an electrical engineer, and my mother a linguist – and made me write pages and pages of stuff (A story, a poem, a letter, 367 words of Hello Kitty, whatever). My parents brought me up reading Peter and Jane since I was 3. See what I mean?īut now through the added lens of retrospect, I can see that all I was, was fucking lucky. In my last post I mentioned being a real little shit. In my head, I was the one true straight arrow, headed exactly where I needed to be. I smirked at – okay this is embarrassing – the kids who shrugged mirthlessly when asked what they were going to major in, or the kids who dropped out of A-levels because it “just wasn’t their thing”. I was the asshole of a kid who sat at the back of the class in high school, reading Harry Potter and giving the teacher the my figurative bird whenever I passed a test.īut I was also the kid who scoffed at those who walked around our school’s annual education fair with a lost, glazed over look in their eyes. Not knowing what I wanted to do had never been a problem for me. More like 4.1 but anyway, write even when it’s not for work. And anyway, is it really that torturous to write, come up with ideas, and interview people for a living? It isn’t. I know you thought you could excel without doing it, but some people can and some people can’t. I mean seriously, do you want to end up rotting away your brain at 21?Ĥ. Always ask yourself if you can do better – do more. Don’t blindly follow Ian’s suggestions just because you’ve put him on a pedestal and can’t get him down. I can’t believe no one taught you how to do that in high school.ģ. I mean come on, it could be so much better, why are you getting lazy?Ģ. Think you wrote a good story? Double check it. That’s what got you to this slump remember? Complacency.
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