05. Close to the Knives - David Wojnarowicz
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Yes. I don't want the endless homework that will not benefit me in my future (seriously, it won't; you don't need algebra to calcute your monthly expenses), the droning of teachers that will soon be forgotten. I just feel that it's a waste of time, when I could be doing things that I actually care about, with people I actually like.
And maybe I'm just acting like a hormone-imbalanced teenager, but somehow I don't think I'll ever fit into the niche labeled 'Desk Job Drone Who Manages Finance'/'Esteemed Lawyer Who Saves Lives'/'Life-giving Doctor Who Cures Cancer'.
Firstly, I cannot stand the idea of sitting at a desk typing on a blasted computer eight hours a day, five days a week.
It would literally kill me.
And I dislike the notion that some people seem to have that having a Humanities/Arts-based job (i.e. graphic designer, writer, historian, etc.) is not considered a professional job. Those people seem to think that only jobs like: lawyers, doctors, businessmen are REAL jobs. So, you're saying only those people can make money?
Another thing: I hate it when people (okay, namely my parents) try to run my life. Yes, I'm only fourteen (soon, anyway) and I might change my mind, and you're my parents, who're entrusted with my future wellbeing, but I think I've been studying long enough to know, with utmost confidence, that I will never be a businessman/doctor/lawyer/accountant.
It is not something I would choose for myself.
Labels: looking, musing
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