I just want to have an entire day open for orgasms and smut....is that so much to ask?! 😆

Nobody: "Aren't writers supposed to love school?"

Me: "I'm not like any other writers."

Nobody: "Then what type of writer are you?"

Me: "The lazy ass type of writer who ducking hates school."

Nobody: "Ducking Hell."

I feel like I owe this to myself as a non-partnering aroace. I have to find myself a meaningful goal to keep going. To give a sense to my life, for all the years to come.

I already rejected most of the common goals that run the world (like getting married, having children, and settling for a stable family life). All I have left is the professional one (which I don't have yet). Six years ago, I settled for medical school because I had no other options and even if I ended up liking it, the conditions in which I'm learning require something more. Passion. That fire that keeps people going.

But I don't have this. And I really wish I had.

Now that I'm reaching the end of this stressful path, i feel stuck. I'm just going through the days, each of them as meaningless as the others... And it sucks. I feel anxious whenever I think about my future. I chose a field where I need to be aggressive to get to the top or just to make a living out of it. But as an introvert, I don't even have the required social skills to get through it.

Doomed? Meant to fail? I really hope not.