A rebel without a clue
The best decision I ever made was leaving New Jersey. The worst decision I ever made, so far, was coming to Charlotte, NC.
Or maybe it's that I've stayed here too long. With an ever decreasing number of friends, an almost completely barren job market, and just a general sense of frustration, I seem to be just spinning my wheels. The desire to leave has been around for a few years, but with in the past few month, it's gotten stronger. There are plenty of days where I truly wish I'd never come here at all.
A degree in psychology that was only good for getting me a job in an elementary school, which I then lost when the world went tits-up, seems to be, at this moment, a complete waste of money. Because all you can do with a BA in Psychology is go back to school and get your masters and doctorate.
But I'm so disenchanted with psychology.
People don't want theories and types of therapy. They want a quick fix that they hear about from some pop-psychologist on TV. Making the changes necessary to achieve proper mental health is hard. Very hard. And most people will go for years without so much as incremental improvements. People want a magic pill that solves all their problems. Just a shame that magic isn't real.
Maybe if it was, all my problems would be easily solved. Maybe I'd be where I'm supposed to be. Because if this is where I'm supposed to be, I can't wait much longer to find out what it is I'm supposed to do.
Anyway, here's some comedy to go with this tragic whining.
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