I’m in the middle of a existential crisis right now. It’s pretty terrifying and I’m not quite sure what to do, so any advice is welcome.
Basically I’m halfway through my first year of college and it’s been all good so far. But today I was doing my coursework for English Literature and all of the sudden I started wondering why I’m even doing it. I don’t actually like English and I don’t ever want to pursue a career in it or anything like it but I took it anyway. This line of thought eventually led me to question what I actually want to do with my life. It also got me thinking what the point of life is but that’s a different problem.
I’m sixteen, almost seventeen, and I’m going through college to basically set myself up for the rest of my life. Taking courses that will most likely define the rest of my existence and I still make the mistake of brushing my teeth and then drinking orange juice. This all just seems like way too much pressure. I mean what if in ten years I decide my real calling is neuroscience and I’ve just wasted years training to be a P.E teacher.
Am I the only person who thinks that being forced to decide these kind of things at this age is a bit ridiculous?
On a side note I’ve spent more time writing this post than I have on my coursework that’s due in tomorrow. My procrastination knows no bounds.