Since age 16 when I first found out what was wrong with me and that it was incurable, I've basically just been drifting through life, going through the motions without any ambition or direction. I almost feel like I haven't even been alive for the past few years, more like a robot on autopilot. Marriage, starting a family, owning a home, building a career; none of the major life achievements that people aspire to have ever been things that I have seriously thought about pursuing, because in the end I would be achieving them as a person and self that I have always despised and never wanted to be.
I just graduated college last Saturday, and now I feel more lost than ever. I guess school always gave me some sort of structure and direction in my life when I had none personally, and now that its over I don't know what to do. Outside of going to my part-time job I haven't left the apartment once since I got home from the commencement ceremony. I haven't even started looking for jobs yet either despite loads of free time and resources to do so.
There's no real immediate pressure for me to do anything either, I have enough cash savings to live a subsistence lifestyle for a few years without working, which may just be what I end up doing. But even when the money runs out, I'm not even sure if the immediate threat of starvation would even phase me into action. I suppose part of the problem is that I never really expected to live this long in the first place, and so there's this large feeling of "what now?"
I just graduated college last Saturday, and now I feel more lost than ever. I guess school always gave me some sort of structure and direction in my life when I had none personally, and now that its over I don't know what to do. Outside of going to my part-time job I haven't left the apartment once since I got home from the commencement ceremony. I haven't even started looking for jobs yet either despite loads of free time and resources to do so.
There's no real immediate pressure for me to do anything either, I have enough cash savings to live a subsistence lifestyle for a few years without working, which may just be what I end up doing. But even when the money runs out, I'm not even sure if the immediate threat of starvation would even phase me into action. I suppose part of the problem is that I never really expected to live this long in the first place, and so there's this large feeling of "what now?"