Maybe

So I'm back to my whole "wanting to be a doctor" routine. And then I walk into the restroom outside the main lecture hall at school yesterday and find 2 first year med students sobbing because they just failed some sort of practical and don't know what to do with their lives because medical school is the most horrible thing in the world and they simply cannot go on any longer.

Sigh.

So about that Master's.

Then again, maybe I'll just be a doctor because it's what I'm "supposed" to do. Maybe there's nothing else I should do. Maybe I like to torture myself with near-failure. Maybe I enjoy teetering on the edges of nervous breakdowns. Maybe I find Anatomy lab oddly arousing. (kidding) Maybe I can never take the easy way out. Maybe I enjoy the challenge, and the satisfaction when I do succeed, however rare that may be. Maybe it's just that one time that's worth it. Maybe if I didn't do it, I'd always wonder if I could.

Maybe I should write after-school specials.

Maybe I should just make up my mind, suck it up, and be a big girl about it all.


I promise I'll be less serious next time. Maybe.