Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Day 533: A terrible writer

You know what I've realized? I am a terrible writer. First of all, the idea of having someone read something I've written makes me mildly nauseous. It's quite a sad thing to admit (aloud) I actually suck at something. Whatsmore, it's at something that is so freaking important right now. I'm getting way too caught up with wow-ing people and saying what I think they want to hear. I can't seem to get unfazed by everything and just write. I'm in a deep loathing phase of my life right now.

After a few friends helped me with my recent secondary application, I am convinced of two things. One, I am about as articulate as a newborn. Two, I lack any good reasoning for wanting to become a doctor.

So you all know, I am not depressed by my rejection letter. If anything, I'm glad they told me they didn't want me so I could know and not keep wondering.

All in all, I am screwed beyond belief and I'll need about eight screwdrivers to get me out of it. FUDGE.


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I realise this whole thing really isn't about me, but wow this makes me feel like an awful friend.

As for the lacking-a-good-reason-to-become-a-doctor, I'm not entirely convinced that we really ever know that much about ourselves. I, for instance, still have no good answer as to why I wanted to major in Irish studies. I can't count the number of times I've been asked. I have no real clue what the answer is--all I know is that I did major in it and was lucky enough to find that I loved it.

Also, if it helps any, I'm suffering through cover letters. Ugh. It all feels so fake...